As I was just saying to Marge,
Marge, did you see the halo on that buck?
And Marge, well you know Marge,
she's always a beat behind the gut of that bell curve,
Kid, she said, I would have drawn it in myself.
We smiled against our better judgment.
Next thing I knew, the apparition that I thought
was fully clothed appeared as only clothes.
The precipice where we were standing
cut in like a new dance partner
on our oversight.
The trombone news began
to pick up inference.
There were late trains running down the practice room
The shuttle left the screen phase of our travel.
All that I could muster was
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