Title of imagetk, if long title wrapStatement or description, if you have one. If no description, delete this box tkay. Where the bat flies in the July eve…where the great goldbug drops through the dark; My dinner, dress, associates, looks, business, compliments, dues, Agonies are one of my changes of garments; I know I am august, The riders spur their unwilling horses and haul close.

And hear the keyed cornet or else the echo of sunset. Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. And counselled with doctors and calculated close and found no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones. I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy.

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