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MODEL MEMORY Interclass intercessions the produce tangerines the produce delicious apple the house frozen orange juice nobody'd want to add it all up, change in red, Nancy, thank you come again soon Bruins. I point with pride like a bolt out of the blue last but not least not that it's the heat but the humidity: I point with pride rubber like bolt out blue rubbed last but not least rubato it's not the heat rubella it's the humidity Rubicon busy as bee rub-a-dub-dub Tried & true trite twisting of raw silk into rubbed threads, the Onions is not on onion-skin. The houses were flat, empty, & got nothing done. We'd visit them, no one, inside their houses. No one would come out. A big fat red heart right there on the fancy hollow bed image in the ersatz teenager's grim trimmed room. That heart-red picked up in a red mat. Is the house of General Hesketh, a friend of General Henry Ford, insulated? What was the furnace like in the suburbs in 1955. Cardboard clapboard hopscotch room. The play den family laundry room, it wasnt a memory. Theyd say the prices--fifteen/five, nineteen/nine, that's out of our range. This room's a yella for a most happy fella. There's the parquet terrazzo raised-up duplex part, watch your step. Velvet cords, don't go in there, it's not a museum. Quiet calm down, off grass, families entering. To behoove fiduciarily, I have nothing to say about this dim bedeviled memory but that on the Island there were no trees about the houses of no one. Once we went to an occupied one, touring the floors, what a mess. You'd have trouble on your hands. Those wire fences were a matter of taste. A child in latency can speculate easily on the advisability of a house. Two haloed mourners, when all was condensed extravagance as if in myth, & every man lived, and every woman did, were painted in in an age. Remember the bleak woman in housedress & slippers walking back and forth on the road unusually to get & with her mail as if the road were a hospital corridor. Rubbing memory's structure a bit with a firm & regular stroke, annual rings, kinds of pines, tapped tree.
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