BROKE LONG
LION LONGING
My foot is a foot long. I would
suppose? My elbow adds the
grease for the needed elbow
grease? These things I say. And
they're OK. As far as all that goes
but really who cares at all?
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I've read that yellow book twice
times in a row and got nothing
from it but mental grief. It seems
to bounce from Hart Crane to
Sinclair Lewis, and back again.
Where are you going, where have
you been? Where are you, groin,
and what have you Ben. Uncle.
With the rice. And Joyce. Carol.
Oaties. Like the cereal. Killer.
Nice!
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