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It's unbearable . . .
The bird's perch is swinging to and fro and hitting me on the nose.
I can see my eye in its little mirror. Unbearably weird . . .
You have the foulest feet ever.
There are flies for lunch.
A goat swallows your opal.
And you have lived before.

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    9781742286891

    June 6, 1994

    Penguin eBooks

    156 pages

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