My Mother was more a Small Investorthan she was Queen Clytemnestrabut she bought me shares in dreams,in doing not what is, but seems -you start out rhyming, she declared,but go your own way into dreadwith bed sores and bad words.
History covered its eyes and counted the waykids count: getting fasterthen slowing to halves, quarters, sixteenthsbut nonetheless faster,
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