toast boat 04, re-production

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Gene had raspberries in an open bookmark, setting up a fair
reproduction of the 5th symphony
in a sonnet;

all this was on the facing page, towards the reader.

And skvels didn’t touch the berries, nor did dirty hands nor
dirty shovels,
but yet the clay flavor on them made me think that there was some dirt, but too small to be seen;

I didn’t bother – my mind was set for lunch durn right on time at 12:00 noon … I ate the raspberries;
one way or the other   their
fried crisp opportunities were
ever on my concentration

at cars driving away, unawares of pleasures and not particular about food.




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