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Overloading the Machine

Encounter

in a full pot of insect and extant
in a cool inkstone to swirl it

with historic handle
where the characteristic is

issue is issue
shot out to receive again

on the dot in unexpected
rows they lazily ride

Bill Brad Larry
Mr. Davis

take the main drag north, or
is it down, where the dark

well you know
it's good to see you, so good to see you

smile last and long, the tune
to think of is whole note

I'll see you out
friends who run with

all the time
in their hands

The true Southern watermelon is a boon apart, and not to be mentioned with commoner things. It is chief of the world's luxuries, king by the grace of God over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took; we know it because she repented.

-- Mark Twain, "Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar"