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Overloading the Machine
Fever
the sun sets to the top
of the neighboring Motophoto
and good upper deck people
rejoice
a train whistle in my sink
grins with pride but no teeth
happy like a frat boy
with a blond and a dalmation
the time comes to check the swing
that grin won't last forever
pick up the whistle it's time to sing
a blues in the key of clever.
You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night
to write.
-- Saul Bellow
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