the lasagna the chicken the woman who strolled room to room playing flute when my life opened up I saw that my thoughts weren’t mine anyway if everyone sitting at the lunch table was Edgar Allan Poe would it make any difference Finnegan strolled into the next room if you have in you have out broadcast this on the crystal radio a lawnmower or a boat is flying over the house like a whirling piece of cardboard we will celebrate tonight the anniversary of our wedding did we run away I was content I had no clues water seeks its own level we have flowed together down many streams in the sky blue country
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