MARIONETTES
Though they may sound like islands in
the Western Pacific, they are you, and
they are me. Or, still, don't you see?
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The fat man is painting the blue walls
blue. They were that already, but for
him that wouldn't do. I can't note
any difference myself.
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The Saturday children from Saint
Anne's School are singing their
choir practice; for their tomorrow.
My today? How did things ever
get this way?
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