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Dream Song 11 His mother goes The mother comes goes

His mother goes.

The mother comes & goes.

Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & thenthat dragoner's mother was gone.

It seem we don't have no good bed to lie on,forever.

While he drawing his first breath,while skinning his knees,while he was so beastly with love for Charlotte Coquethe skated up & down in front of her housewishing he could, sir, die,while being bullied & he dreamt he could fly—during irregular verbs—them world-sought bodiessafe in the Arctic lay:

Strindberg rocked in his niche, the great Andréeby muscled Fraenkel under what's of the tent,torn like then limbs, by bearsover fierce decades, harmless.

Up in pairsgo we not, but we have a good bed.

I have said what I had to say.

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