To get to where the money

Makes itself Like a child grown and Gone A car that the engine works And it goes And I don’t have to push It

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What do

What do Nothing and everything have In common? Thing That was a joke Because i said it was Why aren’t you laughing Why are you Someone will ask me Did you work today I’ll say Yes

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A dream or just an idle fancy, echoing howl

I saw People passing in the street Bent over Each carried an enormous Sack dragging On the city pavement In the sack The things they want Some sacks have more What they call Things Some less I can’t tell All i see is in My mind Where i keep Things The sack That’s what i see (I can tell him that I can’t tell him but I know it’s mine but he can’t tell me that he knows it’s mine. He can think that but he doesn’t know that. He only knows what’s his) I rarely use periods because things in general don’t end only particulars end

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Might as well have been a dream

I saw Through a pane of glass A heavy set guy In shorts and light Blue gray tee shirt Walking away I couldn’t tell If it was a mirror or a window I figured it out eventually Took a few seconds

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