Andrei Codescu could way supply lines 
      of Robert
                   Burns How much time do we have
at Pennsylvania Station
                                      The Indians
Have unburied the hatchet
                                 Timothy
When you looked at one of your Old loves
The burnt right breast of the amazon
       reappeard on all
Natives of that Nation
There was no more need for sexual warfare
They gave us all their bows and arrows & we
unrolled like player-Piano sheets
       seeing their prids once more
in the perfection of their breasts
       they all stood tall and walked

over the carpet of the Morning in which
             I was walking
 
 
 
 
 

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