I try to remember: what is the time of day - Its a late summers day about three in the after noon - out and about - Here in this effort - everything is wrong - believe me this for if I pressed on nothing would line up - I'd never without wringing my paint rag play the sweet game of millimeters - oh no no no. So with out so much as a kiss my shoe I stopped and proclaimed - It is very beautiful.
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