SYMPHONY
I love the attack and the
slather. Dominoes and chessman,
piled up like trash on a cardboard
tray. Checkers never did it. Marbles
seemed OK, but they weren't either.
The people who liked marbles drove
me nuts : the scatterbrained minions
of cat's-eyes and purees.
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Then, there was the dance folks:
ballet and inebriation, to me, both
were about the same. They each
had a language of their own; one
perfect and well-sounded. The other,
a slur like a pig.
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