Thursday, December 18, 2014

How rude

  Prepared my dog's
  dinner last even-
  ing, mixed a cock-
  tail, went to my
  desk, clicked the
  wi/fi, tapped my
  telephone, and 
  saw a letter from
  the wife of my old-
  est friend, saying
  he is dead. I've
  awakened to the
  how rude phase of
  shock, and insofar
  as we dwell in i-
  rony, that's what
  to register here.
  This is a page a-
  bout playing fair.
  And the first of
  these injunctions
  is, to play. 



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