Imagine a pickle falling sideways from a tin of tuna-ham.
Now imagine a fat policeman, one who gives a damn.
Imagine a tortoise, feathers in beak, drinking liquids from a coat sleeve in a sorghum silo... midweek.
Imagine a polka dance cross state lines,
or a fantasy camp owned by Larry Fine.
Imagine a streusel fan with a plateful left to chew,
or twenty blackbirds contemplating early curfew.
Imagine a hairless nomad left to solve a Rubik's cube, and dragging sons and daughters to the mouth of the Danube, and he says "Imagine me in front of a screen.
Check your neck for pimples and ensure your nose is clean."
And if you imagine that, then welcome to my dream.
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