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june twenty seven eight nine nineteen sixty seventy ninety six seven eight

Some one just got on their bicycle, and is, and is

. . . GONE! The Sun makes his mellow his slow his

high-low-way. I send cigarette and coffee drunk postcards to

. . . EVERYBODY! Joe Joe Joe Joe Joe! How hot are you?

To summer, to summit (to submit) properly is a mighty, is a difficult

Task. Jenn! O Floating Friend! Are you still on the ferry to . . . BUCK

TOWN? There are new guests in my beds but, no.

No visitors, no visions, Love, O. Dear Mary, Hello. It is 9:47 in the long

blonde morning. Good Morning, Fair Warning! Hell-

o. O! Luminous Straggler, (don't you know?) all

my post-its are really addressed to no one,

no one, two, three, four but (YOU . . . DON'T . . .

KNOW) O!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I sigh,

I sign, with a somber sobriquet,

yrs, X. O.