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Tarla walks down the hall And when she walks, sometimes she falls. Tarla makes it whenever she can And she listens to the flesh in her bag. Tarla dreams of the day that she will see Mr. Chilk's eyes down the hall. What she wants is not that hard. Mr. Chilk is a political man And nothing will stop him, nothing can. Even the lack of vital tissue cannot sway him from his vision And his mission and her satchel are unstable and yet central to the issue at hand. And Tarla walks down the hall And when she walks sometimes she falls. She gets up And Tarla walks And asks herself about the ox.
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