she-stranger,
trying the door and finding unyielding, shook morosely her maroon mane.
Ah, he asked her, holding my hand, Are You In Search of Reality? : It's Not Here, It's There.
(he welcomed,)
Follow Us.
she - brisk and, brusque and, brazen - bounded there and beat us
while we champed our hands and stamped our feet and sang about the Boogaloo.
they-strangers ask us to where we wander
and in sing-songer we an-Swer :Reality.
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