FOUR-POSTER
I'm never mean, I mean to
say. The Devil comes back
to its chair today. Look, here's
the idea : People sit around and
they wait for events. Like watching
perennials break the soil, returning
again and again. Does the world
ever grow tired of itself?
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I have no mean learning; things
accumulated around me taught me
lots of other things. Everything is
a link, to something other. Don't
need no computer to tell me that.
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It's lazy now, everywhere I go.
Travel is travel in silence.
No mean feat when you
live life alone. Like Death,
knocking, at the door
of a home.
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