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31 Point฀of฀No฀Return The green bear reached the point of no return. He named his executors and stepped wide-eyed into the future. He fairly flew with rage and respite, and rolled his eyes over the entitlement . Tethered to the past he was impotent; set free, he was munificent. The chariot that bore him said, in red letters , “Right-Righteous.” And the tombstone they quarried for him called him “Sane.” So he wolfed down the last of the statutes and proceeded along the dewy-eyed course of wet weather; and rejoined his comrades in the great encyclical. So he stood up for the oddments of his life, as by a field planted with tall clover, or cotton. And it was wet weather, alright, for the Right-Righteous, at the point of no return; a freshet, a Danube. 01.Poems.1-64_Fried.indd฀฀฀31 11/28/05฀฀฀12:33:19฀PM ...

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