A FLEET OF SOLID BLATHER
I know a guy who lost the key
a long, long time ago; yet he still
goes on about something : building
castles in the air. Drinking loneliness
fudge until it hurts. Here's my today,
all set for tomorrow. Looking like a
real pat of butter on a real slice of
bread. Fantasy Island has long
ago sunk.
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