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The man who sells the centrifugal lettuce crisper, the woman | The man who sells the centrifugal lettuce crisper, the woman | ||
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'' | “''Let us in!''” they chant. “''We know you’re in there!''” | ||
'' | “''Who are you people?!''” I ask. “''What do you want?''” | ||
'' | “''None of your business!''” they yell. “''Just let us in.'' | ||
'' | ''Sooner or later, everybody lets us in. You’ll see!''” | ||
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Then comes my Mexican sweetheart, incongruously | Then comes my Mexican sweetheart, incongruously | ||
both blond and Jewish for purpose of this reverie, | both blond and Jewish for purpose of this reverie, | ||
ample bosom laden with pistols. '' | ample bosom laden with pistols. “''The cities'' | ||
have | ''have fallen'',” she cries. “''They want the mission now.''” | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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