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Poetry of Issue #1
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When Our Ancestors Ate Each Other, And They Did The tour bus is full today, rolling down 7th Avenue In sunlight so strong it makes one suspicious of everything. And everything poses for the tourist taking pictures, Taking videos the buildings pose, the parks, the Washington Arch all the sights in Greenwich Village pull their stomachs in and stand straight
And we who are New Yorker's strut down the street
Left foot forward, right arm back This is the way we walk through life
Listen, you can hear the tour guide explaining everything Frank Murphy |
 
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Right Around The Corner. In an alternate universe you caught the train made the shot married the girl died In an alternate universe every mistake you have ever made is undone, wiped clean, or, just the first or the last or the smallest, or the largest or the one where you ate in That Restaurant
In an alternate universe you swung at the right pitch It all goes like this:
In Universe "B" your mother and father never met While in Universe "M" it was written in binary numbers. So it goes.
In Universe "N Prime" you are a mote of dust
There is one alternate Universe where there is no universe.
In that alternate Universe there is no alternate universe Frank Murphy |