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not valid where the wild fern grows
trembling joe was a formidable foe
he wiggled when i wagged
i feinted here
he feinted there
my spirit sadly sagged
in a final thrust i placed my all
he danced aside adroitly
i fell undone
he pulled a gun
and winged me by the oak tree
His vision was perfect. He didn’t need them, but the fashion statement they made pleased him.
War And Peace And A Lazy Summer Afternoon
The Sound And The Fury And A Nice Cup Of Tea
The Naked And The Dead And A Loaf Of Bread
Gone With The Wind, Returned With The Rain
From Here To Eternity And Back Again
Mrs. Parker produced the most perfect description of glamorous Ziegfeld showgirls ever with the final two words of the following sentence from her review of a show:
Aside from the occasional mention, Cinderella figures only in the title and as an excuse for bringing in a colossal slipper which swings slowly apart to disclose a stairway down which the showgirls file in contemptuous splendor.
this is a poem not about owls
it’s also not about goats
it’s mostly about the way cheese is made
with a small offhand mention of boats
Loon: For today’s 3 Question Interview, the Lords of the 4th Dimension have brought a mountain man named Hugh Glass who crawled a long way after fighting a bear. Mr. Glass, was the stench of the bear’s breath almost unbearable?
Ghost of Hugh Glass: There might be some truth in that, though I weren’t busy noticing at the time, and to my way of thinking, a bear’s breath is usually bearable, a bear being a bear.
Loon: I see. As you crawled day after day toward your salvation, did you pause to note the beauty of your surroundings and take heart from them?
Ghost of Hugh Glass: Can’t say as I did.
Loon: A pity. And finally, what is our favorite color?
Ghost of Hugh Glass: I’m kind of partial to cornflower blue.
Loon (beaming): Thank you, Mr. Glass.
Ghost of Hugh Glass: Gratified. (fades away)