o/h ow I/l ove/n o thing /more/t han/t o/ be/d an cing/st ill

I have a flee/ce my war
mest squa/re  shawl
tour/na/ments in v/elvet

laceandhose, horseradishes, no/dules

& my sol/vent new
england bat/drive down

It/s my worry-ish prunes that do me,

Hank/ies folded slap/dash
over Nike wire/frame mice-
cloths, a little

ear in general.               Tympany anyone?
& they’ll say:

I have this p/ion/eer
woman/kind of furn/it/u/re/bod/y.

It is in assent.

Bobs fore/cast thru m/e
dim sums; lisps of wo/men
doing to par/quet this walk
they whee/ze – Circa,

a couture of birds take their seats
try on numb/ers & par/snips & oo

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