26 August 2004. An update of yesterday's bout of free association:

                      Stab lessons along sealed arroyos
                      of well-toed armaments
                      until the lid upholds
                      many foldings of ripest beachware.
                      Accents of tar mingle 
                      undeciduously always
                      in the exact, exacting angling of bee investigations.
                      Mournfully, the worn wizards of Parcheesi
                      try out the latest triangles.  
                      The roundest accident leaves no dog baying.
 

                      On the Porch

                      Stubbed lessons had almost
                      completely sealed Poem's arroyos
                      against the beachware
                      deciduously ripening toward him from the south.
                      Closer to the porch,
                      accents of tar mingled 
                      an always
                      into the exact, exacting angling of bees' investigations
                      of his unmowed lawn
                      while minute wizardries continued to wear 
                      this roundest of accidents 
                      down to its central Parcheesi.
 

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