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I wake up in the morning And slip on a pair of boots But I realise apart from this I am naked So I dress and undress and dress again But now I’m wearing no boots So I think and I dress again But no I have no voice So I undress and pace and dress But now I am the opposite *** Now a dog; a cat; a door (this is all very complicated and confusing Let me assure you that.) So I try again But these are childs clothes Now there are no clothes So I return to bed where I am ****
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 7:08 AM UTC
Dressing
I wake up in the morning And slip on a pair of boots But I realise apart from this I am naked So I dress and undress and dress again But now I’m wearing no boots So I think and I dress again But no I have no voice So I undress and pace and dress But now I am the opposite *** Now a dog; a cat; a door (this is all very complicated and confusing Let me assure you that.) So I try again But these are childs clothes Now there are no clothes So I return to bed where I am ****
For Frank O' Hara, the man who built New York.
h-w-erellson
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 7:08 AM UTC
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