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The pitfall of any job action: bad poetry might emerge.

but the problem, yes, the problem, is starting all your sentences with conjunctions because it'll be like everybody's come in half-way through the movie, or a half-empty box of donuts sitting on a concrete hump beside an overflowing garbage bin in the rain while people picket, picket, picket for pay equity, and the rain can't really decide what it wants to do. Mist, gently, while sunlight pours through (living in a liquid world is a strain on one's stains) or clatter resoundingly against pavements, divets of rain clumping out of the sky? But really there are too many questions. Like, if one is playing a "game" of chess on a moist bench covered over by rumpled plastic, and one is reduced to four pawns spread out across the board and of course one's king, is it worth having said king hot-foot between the same two squares over and over? Can pawns move backwards or not? What about rules imported from checkers? And one lone librarian walking back and forth as a soldier while people linger, eating apples? There are too many questions, of course,

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