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		she has veins in her eyes and her ice in her veins
		has gone the way of global warming
		as worming in her heart has gone the way of north by
		northwest

		her singling telephone lines sing the twang
		splendored in ice she herself whispers without

		today is snow day and she cannot get out
		except by the clickety-clackety

		sing.

		chlorine.  hell i showered and i'm still
		musking of chlorine.

		class of one, today we shall exchange notes on
		the body chlorine.

		good, murmurs the fuzzy-wuzzy just how wuzzy was she
		hot-to-trot ice-encrusted line-she

		we likes chlorine she clickets-clackets at me serene
		ooh-you you-hoo you knows how to make a line-o-type grrl

		sing and cotton to something white something marine...


			Marek Lugowski
			15 January 1999
			Chicago, Illinois