i'm only this far

.
    i can smell that 
         ice cream
       you         for
           enjoy'd
    noon'z nourish
  thuh wood stove
        'bout your
            frock

  i hear'd thuh stop
         in       eyne
            your
           "the rice will burn
                              edvard"
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