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Sonnet: Lento e deserto Lopped heads keep their crowns above water, suitable for eating abandoned songs. Aphotic members of the family read riot acts to Sousa marches. Reservists razz dentists wielding drill instructors and tongue suppressors. Troubleshooters’ ascetic sidekicks (magma cum laude) duel beside peevish peers. Yerba maté notwithstanding, his chest was covered by a carpet of soft fair hair. As the small store’s customers lined up in numerical order, his wife collapsed, and he shouted, “Is there a ventriloquist in the house?” Numbingly familiar retirees, mountebanks and obstetricians, other-directed as ever, pursue teensy weensy annoyances across some neighboring field. TV stations plunk down hard cash for new episodes that will enhance our pneuma. Birth parents watch idly as their children vanish into young adulthood. Whimsy, having no immediately obvious right to exist, seeks out those of similar dispositions. E pluribus unum—a dream once dreamt. Hal Halvard Johnson ================ [log in to unmask] [log in to unmask] http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org