'NOT LONG ENOUGH,' THE MINER SAID

316. 'NOT LONG ENOUGH,'  THE MINER SAID:

Mail the picnic card on time and slurp your broth with shuttered lips but never do two things at once for something has to suffer and  -  just as well  -  don't think while you're doing the one for most things will simply recur and all the girls will come home once more for it's a crazy mixed up world and they only want so much  :  lip-smacked Garbo smiles and all those similes of love arms and legs a'kimbo with features entwined and faces together as the world holds on and stops itself to wait  -  'I recall the time I was speaking to the Society of Flagellants and their donor cards all fell onto the floor between courses of two entire meals' : nothing ever came of that stuff anyway  :  'not long enough' the miner said.