words are spoken between them--
they retreat from the corner,
sit down and share the strong tea.
		 rum!
See, the eunuchs are marching.
		 rum!
   "I want to be in your home."
		 rum!
   (hey!  Take a look over here!)

 White picket fence, two children
 one boy, one girl, one dog and
 all the conveniences of
 a modern household.  But don't 
 forget about the well-tuned
 automobile out front--it
 rides like a dream--believe it!

	  Paradise

Burn it down
white-washed tomb
empty shell.

  of fire, death, or scrambled eggs

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