TRALALA
Where do you put things when
you're done? How high are the
piles of nothing. What falls
when something falls over?
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We are the singsong children
brought up in your leather of
lair. Kept for the future like
posterity's heir?
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Maypole of Merriment, and
Nathaniel Hawthorne too. All
that we climbed is all we that
we knew. Roundheads and
Puritans. America to the fore.
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