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Poem	"Well," said Crow, "What first?" God, exhausted with Creation, snored. "Which way?" said Crow, "Which way first?" God's shoulder was the mountain on which Crow sat. "Come," said Crow, "Let's discuss the situation." God lay, agape, a great carcass. Crow tore off a mouthful and swallowed. "Will this cipher divulge itself to digestion Under hearing beyond understanding?" (That was the first jest.) Yet, it's true, he suddenly felt much stronger. Crow, the hierophant, humped, impenetrable. Half-illumined. Speechless. (Appalled.)
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