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love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky

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so somebody

(think of it)

runs to stay in shape

leaves the house

is jogging along, working hard,

ends up going home

two months later

with no leg or with no arm or with two legs missing

nobody ever talks about them

they talk about the people


that were killed

but they don’t talk about the people


whose lives have just changed

just changed

they don’t talk about that.

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i saw him
      about two months ago
         and he came up to me
            I said, “how are you doing?”
               very warm — “hey, how are you doing?”
                  “let’s get out of here.” and he said
                     “I’m doing good, you’re doing good?”
                  I said, “yeah.” I said,
               “you don’t like me, and
            I don’t like you. I never have
         liked you, and you never have liked
      me, but you’re going to support me
because you’re a rich guy.”

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next to of course god america I
love you land of the pilgrims’ and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn’s early my
country ’tis of centuries come and go
and are no more what of it we should worry
in every language even deafanddumb
thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry
by jingo by gee by gosh by gum
why talk of beauty what could be more beaut-
iful than these heroic happy dead
who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter
they did not stop to think they died instead
then shall the voice of liberty be mute?

He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water

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And they say
the noise causes cancer.
You told me that one,
[makes circles with his hands and a noise with his mouth]
You know the thing makes so…

and of course it’s like a graveyard for birds

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he was a handsome man

                  and what

            i want to know is

how do you like your blueeyed


Mister Death”

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Space. A lotta room out there, right?
This is infinity, it could be infinity,
we don’t really don’t know,
but it could be,
there’s gotta be something,
but it could be
infinity, right?

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little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see            i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid

look            the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”

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i think…

masks are okay

you have to understand

if you look…

i mean

i have a mask right here

i put on a mask…

when i think i need it

tonight, as an example

everybody’s had a test…

and you’ve had all of the things

that you have to

but i wear masks…

when needed

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nobody loses all the time

i had an uncle named

Sol who was a born failure and

nearly everybody said he should have gone

into vaudeville perhaps because my Uncle Sol could

sing McCann He Was A Diver on Xmas Eve like Hell Itself which

may or may not account for the fact that my Uncle

Sol indulged in that possibly most inexcusable

of all to use a highfalootin phrase

luxuries that is or to

wit farming and be

it needlessly


my Uncle Sol’s farm

failed because the chickens

ate the vegetables so

my Uncle Sol had a

chicken farm till the

skunks ate the chickens when

my Uncle Sol

had a skunk farm but

the skunks caught cold and

died and so

my Uncle Sol imitated the

skunks in a subtle manner

or by drowning himself in the watertank

but somebody who’d given my Uncle Sol a Victor

Victrola and records while he lived presented to

him upon the auspicious occasion of his decease a

scruptious not to mention splendiferous funeral with

tall boys in black gloves and flowers and everything and

i remember we all cried like the Missouri

when my Uncle Sol’s coffin lurched because

somebody pressed a button

(and down went

my Uncle


and started a worm farm)

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Trump: 2, 4, 5, 7, 9, 11, 13
Cummings: 1, 3, 6, 8, 10, 12