JUST ANOTHER
Tumbling dice, and Lady Jane.
A bunch of old crap still lodged
in my brain : where were we going,
and where were we all coming from?
Boy, I'd like to know about that.
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Just another secret under the sheets
of that idle bed. Take that, hang
my hat. They're having a nor-easter
down south, and up north the tropical
winds blow. Apples are growing on
pineapple trees - finer distinctions
than that cannot be. I'm going home.
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