time as it turns will run on without us all.
you'd better keep up.
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roof shouting and apple tossing
standing on the roof
and throwing apples
as i shouted.
"3pm at saint john's wood"
to all the little children who would listen.
i gathered my supplies
into a sack,
threw in a handful
of pecan cookies
and a few clementines
and headed out to the subway.
i was a bit late
but i arrived
all in one piece.
at the top
of my verylifelungs.
and
it
was
good.
the children sat around me
and stared
as i made the dreams
appear.
and all the old pictures
and postcards
were suddenly
doors.
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goodnight. everyone.
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