he long orange encapsulation of knoxville tennessee
had overtaken the children on the deserted highway
there was nothing more to be said
apparently
but then a blue voice appeared across the moon
and a termite drew a picture in the surf
the assembled partygoers felt in their brittle bones
that here at last was something worth defeating
look at the crabs, miss muffet exclaimed
they have lost all sense of decorum
but have left a light in the window
for the young master
if he ever decides to return
but the market is closed for the hurricane
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