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Here in fore of Old Rice School
(underneath arc lights)
the boys (the Cayuga Street Gang)
wait suchlike candles on an alter- partly lit.
We are bending complete superficial trailing
while Mike and his framework set
the global for pale.

None of us noticed it then, the
boy, girls...boozed, that sundown had sit:
how funny, it was look-alike a festival-
a square lateen-rigged wagon of steel, near
a motorial on its back, ready-made us prehension our
breath, hoping our twist would come
next, to drive and thrust this mad-mouse.

And then your curved shape came-counting
stopped, breathing regained-
I mean, you were opposing now, you
had the reins. I didn't consideration all that
much to driving force and ride, that mad-mouse
around and around, the school-but more
so to be present, and feel the worldwide in pale.

No: 2387 (5-23-2008) Note: rear legs in 1959, in St. Paul, Minnesota, Mike E. Siluk (my brother), had a go-cart, he was the chitchat of the neighborhood for that season, and maybe ably deserved. He had each person in envy, but he worked easier said than done to get the with the sole purpose co-cart (with his serious newspaper major road wealth), this on the side of the Mississippi I bet. And Old Rice School, which was in recent times up an old immorality street from our home, was a large point to have a wave-off platform for the framework. It seems nowadays, go-carts are almost all over not thing special, probably modern times have changed, but 'the global in light' or location the international for us in a glint of light, hasn't transfer at least in internal representation and in this nursery rhyme I proven to recapture that moment-or mayhap greater put, to seizure subsidise that bonzer reaction. Yes indeed, those were striking days. Dedicated to Mike Siluk.