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Bill Inge

it started as a pic nic for two we ate sunshine and absorbed more then enough food to fill four swooning couples well at least for me being the swooner and she playing the part of the swoony who in an act of anger makes a scene and leaves leaving me to make the toast of tea that she will be always with me using the almost foreign forever word in the ending soliloquy as i gather the four corners of our plaid empty blanket world tie it to the end of a stick walking while whistling now a silhouette into a lonely hobo's sunset

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Date: 9/9/2019 9:53:00 AM
Aww, it could have been a so much better day great imagery.
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Jeff Connelly
Date: 9/9/2019 7:37:00 PM
Thank you Richard. Title play on words William Inge was the playwrite of "Picnic". So by saying "billing" I was hoping to translate the Shakespearean "all the world's a stage" thing.