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b336a53425 Kinged or thinged, though, fling & wing.Poll-cats are coming, hurrah, hurray.I votes in my hole.Dream Song 20 - The Secret of the WisdomWhen worst got things, how was you? Steady on?Wheedling, or shockt her &you have been bad to your friend,whom not you writing to. Okay? Here we go. I felt fine.Then a change came backward. echoing: his girl comes, say,conned in to testif he's still human, see,therefore she get on the Sheriff's mike & howl'Come down, come down'.Therefore he un-budge, furious. Unstrung.Linked to the land at low tide. 'Enough'(murmmered they) 'if you will watch Us instead,yet you may saved be.
(So capsize.)They took away his crotch.Dream Song 9 - Deprived of His Enemy, Shrugged to A StandstillDeprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstillhorrible Henry, foaming. They Took Away His Teeth.The weather was fine. But Berryman insisted the speaker was not actually himself, stating, "Henry does resemble me, and I resemble Henry; but on the other hand I am not Henry". Anyway, I went up to it but then it was gone and I was someplace else and all the stores were filled with water, or maybe it was snowing I mean, I think that was the next part. Mary of EgyptThass a funny title, Mr Bones.When down she saw her feet, sweet fish, on the threshold,she considered her fair shouldersand all them hundreds who have them, allthe more who to her mime thickened & maledfrom the supple stage,and seeing her feet, in a visit, side by sidepaused on the sill of The Tomb, she shrank: 'No.They are not worthy,fondled by many' and rushed from The Crucifiedback through her followers out of the city hoacross the suburbs, pluckyto dare my desert in her late daylightof animals and sands. If we could allrun, even that would be better. Have you ever tried to make sense of one of your dreams? It's kinda hard, isn't it? I suppose you could try raising Carl Jung from the dead or calling your handy dandy psychologist. She fall prone.Only wind whistled.And forty-seven years with our caps on,whom God has not visited.Dream Song 48 - He Yelled at Me in GreekHe yelled at me in Greek,my God!It's not his languageand I'm no good athis Aramaic,wasI am a monoglot of English(American version) and, say pieces froma baker's dozen others: where's the bread?but rising in the Second Gospel, pal:The seed goes down, god dies,a rising happens,some crust, and then occurs an eating. How did Henry Househimself ever come here?Nights run. .He [also] has a 'friend' who calls him Mr.