I see you. I am gazing into your vast dark with my white-blue eyes; You of this viscous space. You and your hand-made wise. I fear you’ll shout, “Move along now! There is nothing here to see!” Though you’d be wrong. You’d be speaking only of the bark on the birch tree; That…
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I have a secret. Actually I have several of them. One in every haunt. If it’s a town I frequent—somewhere I lay my head of overly big curls more than once a year, you can bet I have one there. Let’s see…there’s one at the beach in Atlantic City, North Carolina, one in…
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