Gravitated towards a taste For foreign films and modern plays But that machine could only Bend to squares five to six times Before your fingers came unwired.
Weights down so that you could move forwards
Pinch to snub that restless nerve And knock the wind from one last urge With two fingers a rock glass, Time passed and that was that Quite a slip (a loosened grasp)
....What a way to cut lengthwise....
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