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8 oz.

there is a limit for everything.

 

there's a limit on how accurately

you can pronounce 'pecan',

and it's worth a watch--

between wild west ranger

and retired norwich resident.

 

one must decide which arm

is stronger-- two grocery bags

for the left arm and one for

the right,

 

but if it were not so,

you may as well carry them

on each drooping finger.

 

a can rests on a tired desk.

it is filled with nothing,

which is precisely everything.

 

it weights 478 lbs. to an ant,

a balloon's helium proximity to you.

 

now try to step in the aluminum cylinder

and carry it from the inside

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