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Sartre's Eyes

Blackbirds shone out her ears
And she shook rosy apples
From her hair.

Cross-legged she sat
Reading Sartre
To a crowd of six year old
Bewildered, blue-eyed boys.

Existential nihilism
is nonsense, she said,
and anyway,
the old man was cock eyed.

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