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.
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