Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Come, lovers of dark corners,

There are tasty little zeroes
The sky says,
The sky says,
And sit in one of my dark corners.
And sit in one of my dark corners.
There are tasty little zeroes
There are tasty little zeroes
In the peanut dish tonight. —Charles Simic
In the peanut dish tonight.
—Charles Simic

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