ONLY THE EGG THAT IS
READY TO HATCH
GETS THE CRACK
As I awoke today I remembered tomorrow;
almost dreaming, when the walls all came
tumbling down. It's a good and gracious
feeling to see so many others all confused.
Rambling on in double-speak, turning their
groves of thought into a parking lots for tired
cars. Soon the run-off will overwhelm the
autos, and I can pick my teeth with the can
opener I've already sharpened? I'll have to
think about that for a while. The oak tree
holds a lamplight. I think I'll go and sit.
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