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Who crocodilia dinnered, thought was sumptuous, nosing the gauze off our waterglasses. Meanwhile bees ding in the trees. We watch him throathold an owl in the willow, a lass passed off her silver beetle's trunk. He's a collasal crosser just like paul. 

From the table we rise away and back, our sacks of knees, our definitive positions. Being little, our pleas rang like sourwood blossoms, as opossum interposed his width of pifflebreath. We were in store: reaching out river, gowned down river, who was moon in our eye's eyes. To river with us of western city, small as insignias now down stream, now the deepest free dumb food: like fruit of lute & sparrows someplace, the sticky, sic tassels twix his teeth.

Counting our teeth as talkers do, who swallowed the moon, then wept with us. These excellent gestures do, say we, to do we say, we are pleased to meet.