THOUGH IT'S SAID
Fine sand and coarse sand
are often sold very separately.
The fines hate the coarses,
and vice-versa. What that all
means about anything, I sure
don't know. Hatfields and
McCoys, for sure, and neither
one knowing what the other
one does.
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Sometimes in the morning, I
step out drunk and I feel just
like that - I can't find any of
the pieces that were supposed
to fit. The puzzle's long lost.
The blue pieces for sky look
like the same blue for ocean,
less clouds. Or maybe that's
reflection.
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I start reading the box, and then
then I say, 'Forget the blurb. I'll
take the blur.' Though it's said
everything matters, nothing does.
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