One sip was all it took. The vehicle Margo and Floyd
rode in shrunk within the space of one or two seconds
to the size of a cotton-wadded spool of train-fever luck.
A name we pronounced with gusto has fled from
my memory like a house inside a will-power campaign
Her day and the day of my membership acceleration
happened to coincide with the twinning of Lucretia
Power's colostomy protest. If seven and four did not
equal one point three three two, then any and all
pieces of film would not fail to arrange themselves
without even a ghastly whisper tearing paper
and Molty's luck gone bad.
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