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[Michael David]

and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
Away, my songs, must we goAgain awaken from your being gone to find
That open before me? What I seeIn white, in paint too representative
That square—Oh, 56 x 56and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
Unreadable from behind—they are well downX. The British Attack on the Arctic
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasseSilence. Your way of being. Your way 
of seeing
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.and chaste, lovely as lakes to the 
retired men
trainer flips young alligators over on their backs,Clear-voiced despite its 
years, strong, eloquent—<BR>
Escapees from the cold work of living,He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
Sought to contrive, intending to expressand turn it into something 
cartoon-funny.


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