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I think also of Ricky Ricardo.
"Poem Beginning With A Line By Firdausi
'Ere from his lofty sphere the morn has thrown'
the full day's share of fire, forth I glided
after a Starbucks tea for my dear Lady:
slaughter on the radio, insane.
Day after day, week after week, I struggle
in Laocoön coils of sense & nonsense,
orange & turquoise clouds. But they remembered
what I would always get, & I then proffered
five quarters, two dimes, a nickel, & two pennies."
--H*idi Gu*rr*, How T*xans Sav*d Civilization (2002)