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fig.092) don't tell, it's right outside This winters only bone magnet is white and shiny like a smooth lamb of the shore. It's solid and has some heft to it. Though I wouldn't want to smash a walnut or flatten someone's beak with it, I'd say that it's right good enough for opening a solid door or making most tight shoes fit. This winters only spring is on us like a suit of dusty larks in mud. There's is a singing song that's worth its time under the warm but distant sun. I'll lay my coat down upon the ground and smooth back my hair to hear it better. The clock will wait for me as I find my comfort in this dust. It'll wait right here doing as I do. With my ass below me and my pockets full of juice, I might wait for spring all day. Being a wonder in the flat of this grass watching as the clouds roll away. 

fig.95.02) printers proof Fox loud, fox loud, come home at once and often more. Come home and sit here upon my knee. Come, make me an answer and make it quick. Come home to me and sit at this table. I am here and here to quote, Latins, Proverbs and the Lay of Sympathicus too. We can speak well of them and talk about their style. We can sandwich in the rain. Then I'll warm my hands. Then I clear the drawer to make you an offer before bread, an offer of cheddar soup and good strong beer. Will you sit here on my knee? I'll make you an offer that's bitter and dark. Will you sit on this knee? Come home and we can dance because my table is flat. We can smash it and we can thump it and we can really tie one on. Come home with me and we can show them how it's done. I'll make you an offer of, rhymes with spoon. Then afterwards I'll make you that offer again. You can tell me that my hair looks wild and I'll say you frown too soon. Come home with me and sit here...