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Dream Song 47: April Fools Day or St Mary of Egypt

 —Thass a funny title, Mr Bones.
—When down she saw her feet, sweet fish, on the threshold, she considered her fair shoulders and all them hundreds who have them, all the more who to her mime thickened & maled from the supple stage, and seeing her feet, in a visit, side by side paused on the sill of The Tomb, she shrank: 'No.
They are not worthy, fondled by many' and rushed from The Crucified back through her followers out of the city ho across the suburbs, plucky to dare my desert in her late daylight of animals and sands.
She fall prone.
Only wind whistled.
And forty-seven years with our caps on, whom God has not visited.

by John Berryman
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