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Dribbling A Daiquiri Dribbling a daiquiri down the hallway Looking for a homeless man in the
laundry, Strawberries spitting pure lime juice Some speeding past sixty braking wild, What’s the use,
with all the rear view mirrors Reflecting different views conflicting With the image viewed in the
windshield, Writing words that whither before the
ink Has dried and nobody told us that all The philosophers have died. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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