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epitome of incomprehensibility
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I took a trip today, on a bus, to deliver some papers, but I was also taking a trip to Mazatlan, Mexico and then L.A. in the first three chapters of a book called Tropic of Orange. And when I got off the bus I was in Montreal... magic. I like illusions. Thumbs up, metaphorically, to both poet's prose and Doar's poetry.
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