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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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