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67 Sunglasses & Hats When we thought of the future it was wonderful & well-lit. The sky could hold anything. He chants about Beelzebub, Black Arnie & his mismatched angels, about supplicants & warblers that always tag along: a talisman against the learning the church leaves out. He is on one leg & braced, tossing dice on a straw stage. One hand raised in succor, the other for supper he tumbles into the churning, a victory medal to the masses who huddle under banners that proclaim us sensible & proud, living in an age that could have bewildered. For sunglasses & hats, worn in the proper shades to provide full figured relief from the sun & its increasingly sullen glare at our skin, can deter if not repair the churliest of rays. We plunge into the sea, scrubbing from our backs the misery of growths we cannot see. Therefore, do not believe. ...

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