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today, the centre smells - an old school:  paper, ink, eraser bits - 
    pencil wood,   when you expect electric smoke, nylon 
gas.  there is a point where authority must cheat its rules, get 
you through.  I've seen meadows, space, and the point 
      between the comma and the word, as a point, an entrance, 
                            a meadow
			
			
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sense my own failure when I see in others some success. John 
    at the desk, can talk - intelligent to admit 
confusions, the arbitrary - smile, glint and send them on. 
    real lessons are elsewhere of your own finding.  a rock 
a tree - the way the light just went to gray again
 
            yet we want the words, what is taught
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
 
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
      
         
         
 
         
         
 
         
         
 
         
         
 
         
         
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