Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Dance toward me, please, as

if you were a star
if you were a star
if you were a star
with light-years piled
with light-years piled
on top of your hair,
on top of your hair,
smiling, —Richard Brautigan
smiling,
—Richard Brautigan

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