A SEMBLANCE OF
MY GREEN HEART
The crop-masters are out again today,
directing traffic to this heartland of
loam. In the jungle, the mighty
jungle. Ask me no questions, and
tell you no lies. In this jungle, yes,
that lion is sleeping.
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Highly stylized motivations? No,
none of that at all - in fact, there
people are prosperous malingerers.
They stand on sidelines, waiting :
hear the funny sound of waiters
taking orders on small, green pads.
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'I'll have a somnabulant festschrift,
with a side of monk. How is that
cooked? Does is come with rice?'
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