If People Know People They Know People
and you make fresh java
and put on the eggs
and the sky is vividblue
and the chimneys are fine on the roofs
and the kettle puffs water
100 degrees, apparently,
and Espana awaits
this bloodyellow sun a bomb on the longhorizon
and the memory of days gone expired
lay out as a pageantry lining
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