12,218. HE BAG PRODUCTION?

HE BAG PRODUCTION?

You may nest these for me within

your warehouse of dreams. My own

hands are shaking while my leg

keeps a beat. So perfidious, I can

parody myself! Looking things over,

I can see how the match of your

lightbox to the shine of the fireplace

flame compares to the Roman and

Greek ages of our antiquity. Were

I then your Uncle, I'd certainly

give a care. As it is, I do anyway.

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No blood-kin relationship needed.

The train will take me to Manasquan, 

or I can stay aboard it right to the

end, wherever that may be. Bay Head

Junction, the schedule calls it; and

it all sounds so nifty and neat. I can

read this journal some more, as the

train needles its wiry way through

the old meadows and towns.

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There are 71 pages here, of well

composed writing; the premise

perhaps, a bit absurd, but this pail

still holds water : Right-Guard and

Listerine, a Hershey bar and a

bar of soap. Just the kind of stuff

an old 1960's guy used to travel

around with in his bag.