WALKING THROUGH WALLS
I walked through a wall that
took off my hat - now what
do you think about that? And,
as well, what can you make of
illusion? I'd have sworn that
wall wasn't there. Maybe had
I seen it, it would have been
avoided; yet as it was, my
hat and it collided.
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Other happenings seem less
foreboding - that butterscotch
pudding I had, the color of
cream? Well, that's how it
seemed, and I felt I'd been
broken on the wheel of the
material world : Bring me
April. Bring me May.
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OK. OK. I can lighten up.
Mirth has been unearthed.
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