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never the likes of you
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i've had tea with Judge Crater
and watched buttered scones
disappear like pipe dreams in a March wind.
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i've crawled on all fours with bassett hounds,
nose to ground, tail wagging corybantic,
found my favorite pen beneath a comfy chair.
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i've seen fish fly and birds caterwahl on telephone lines.
i've been present when a tree in the forest
applauded with one hand.
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i've taken Doan's pills, 'cause I thought
it was the only game in town.
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i've seen too many things to overlook you:
bathed in jam, standing in a smile,
guilty as the day the goldfish died.
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— love always, Andy
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