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THE REMOTE CATCH IN MR. SOFTEE'S ZIPPER rewritten
by Marvin Eli Kirsh
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The day I saw a quarter dollar get "GONE WITH the WIND". Pirates, sneaks, words, cheats, bouyancy and the history of mankind.
The Remote Catch in Mr Softees Zipper
Part One: The World, Thoughtful Pirates and
"the day I saw a quarter dollar got "Gone with the Wind"
I as a scholar have pursued the waywords of a written wind to somemans design.
As a change in a hand makes quarters for rounds and plants to grow
A one mans one hand grows from his throat and
does make a wind on my life
as no one but the harvest itself does know
What'd be either a road for its' rebirth
or a road for its' death
cast neither a reflection, food for a years next year harvest or scholarly perception
Somewhere they know poison from rain
Somewhere they must know poison from rain
Somewhere else they must know somewhere else
And somewhere else know somewhere else
A foul wind of 2's added to threes
Equals nine plus four
And "A whole dozen" plus one means
A "quarter semester" more
"Ain't a dozen plus one quarter better than a dozen flunken quarters" and 144 living, speaking whores?"
"If your going my way
it adds you add it up my way
To the last needle in the hay
To The exact horses numbers and not just their asses"
In some other name the number two isn't won
Four not a game of golf
Eight laced knots a dinner for free
Three not feed enough aten by one
Or six and one half, half a dozen unless one half equals zero, thirteen equal twelve, noon same as a dark night, or a newspaper read all over, less it's printed in red and white.
if it's not red .....
then a newspaper can fly...
"The wayward wind ain't a wrestless
as I was born to wander
...to the outwards bound
...The Next of Kin to the Wayward Wind"
It was only high noon,
black and white
and read all over.
when the dark knight went into
a sword honed of his pen
and tried tied to say
but the coronor found left only his righted tongue, tied in a twisted wreck blown westward with the wind.