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Accept tourism, it's a soiled tusk again
But it's economic, the mascot ally
We use to perceive, twist and tie the beach
To the forest. Or else you may sing in alto
The way taxis lie about negotiating
Their beams, waiting to ply
Their trade again.
What's more, there was rain in my collar and I needed a sandwich. The clouds
were still bunched up in the sky like a gang on a street corner, and it looked
to me like they had the sun pretty effectively intimidated.
-- Jonathan Lethem, "Gun, with Occasional Music"
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