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79 CArol dorf A Cento of Stolen Moments The globe is pulverized by its reflections. At any rate, this is easy to verify. This fall you will taste carrots. This hour is the way the trees are taken. I looked at wheat and at river cities. Luckily everything’s changed now that I steal. The patroller, disinterested, holds all the beans. Here elsewhere; elsewhere, here: a glass block, a ball. Here, where you left me alone, Is where I first fell in love with unreality. separate the various parts of the condition, shifting from one foot to another. With a decent happiness, Only the ghost of Lady day knows where. ...

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