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I was
blankly staring out
the window
   and my electric
radio was playing
some lost tune to
the endowment of the arts, he
                                said
don't be pretentious you
could be a college professor
if you learned to sing
                                but
my omelette was nearly
burnt, orange juice had not
been delivered
              Saul keeps a thirteen
book set of the practices of sea
shell sexuality in his motor home
          he's learning
to survive on a budget