SUPERLATIVES
WON'T CUT IT
This firing range is a busy place,
and out on Witherspoon they are
drinking their coffees. Froth, and
sugars, and cream.
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Ambivalent to a fault, I sling by
unrecognized in my ghostly raiment.
As one who has already passed, I am
past all that. Words ricochet, but I
don't stay to listen. What do you say
when you say 'Hi!' in the street?
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