Obsession Part 3
I shall take my morning walk,
communing with the birds and talking
to myself while reading Kafka,
glancing at the latest headlines.
Dear Stravinsky's 'Rite' is slighted,
(he'll be back when ears are righted.)
When I smell a rose I'm prompted
to recall a certain lady, gifted with
a strange perception, I must sadly
take exception, for the moment anyway.
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