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Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned to pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.
There came a moment that you couldn’t tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
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after information received in The St. Louis Post-Dispatch, 4 v 86
The population center of the USA Has shifted to Potosi, in Missouri. The calculation employed by authorities In arriving at this dislocation assumes That the country is a geometric plane, Perfectly flat, and that every citizen, Including those in Alaska and Hawaii And the District of Columbia, weighs the same; So that, given these simple presuppositions, The entire bulk and spread of all the people Should theoretically balance on the point Of a needle under Potosi in Missouri Where no one is residing nowadays But the watchman over an abandoned mine Whence the company got the lead out and left. "It gets pretty lonely here," he says, "at night."
A peels an apple, while B kneels to God,
C telephones to D, who has a hand
On E’s knee, F coughs, G turns up the sod
For H’s grave, I do not understand
But J is bringing one clay pigeon down
While K brings down a nightstick on L’s head,
And M takes mustard, N drives to town,
O goes to bed with P, and Q drops dead,
R lies to S, but happens to be heard
By T, who tells U not to fire V
For having to give W the word
That X is now deceiving Y with Z,
Who happens, just now to remember A
Peeling an apple somewhere far away.