MR. TOPHAT GEL
Back to work, forget the world.
Before his eyes bulge and he pops.
How he carries an easel I'll never
know - over hill and dale, all those
outside scenes. He's not a real talker
type either; lots of grunts and moans.
It's hard to tell from that what he's often
meaning. Approval, an approbation.
Doubt? Criticism? Or just disdain.
One or the other, it's all the same.
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