ON SECOND THOUGHT
You phoned in your dirigible when I've
told you I wanted an essay. The kind
written on paper - I need to see if you
can do that. Dot the 'i's and cross the 't's,
so to speak. One other time, I recall
you did that too. Instead of doing a
drawing, you traced a dollar bill
on onion skin paper. Boy, was I
surprised at that one.
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It's easy to have an idea, but I
need to see that you can carry it,
not just let it drop. Solid work,
like cane sugar on the milky way,
a back-breaking of cauldron labor;
all heat and noxious fumes. Most
people can't, and they just move
away. Nothing fancier than
that on a table like this.
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