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THE GARDEN PATH

It makes it or breaks it if I do,

Which is how the somnambulist perambulates.

A little off the top please.

I cut myself shaving;

The joke was funny until we lost it.

At which time? Does anybody really know?

If I don’t count the hours I’ll be late.

Happy All Saints Day,

Belatedly yours,

I am wishing on a fishbone that we might haul something in,

Sympathetic magic notwithstanding.

In any case, this isn’t the party we thought it was,

We’re on the verge.

How, high are you?

In fact I would say invisible.

And the invisible never lies, there’s no reason to bother.

  Ian Ganassi