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41 pronoun poem it was that which made them crazy antelope crazy running from their shadow everywhere round and round the mundo pole that by tuesday they were chasing it no not you not him her holmes them holmes which holmes all of theirs went antelope crazy happy girl walks in hair sprayed up like a desk lamp she says to us no not you to us holmes to us she says can i have my eyes polished whose eyes those lovely brown things i say we can’t do yours somebody something someone might have everything you need but we’re antelope crazy all out of that color to whom did she run myself i say to yourselves the girl is gone can’t blame oneself herself 42 she wanted the change that itself is too bad now which was the what that made us crazy few maybe many know but nobody none no one on one side of the other really knows of course they would like to say it was each other one another blame blame blame one two three first second third such that any could be possible chances are neither of the none but us will know ...