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Strange in content,/though not in form,/the round world as I saw it/change
around the edges, /Pallid waters, scummy at surface,/produced a red
sail,/constant invention,/ like colored leaved you can see thru./ What is shook
down, shakes up again, artificial off the real,' a lot like wishful drinking.
-- fanny howe
