I contain multiplicity. I say it on 8 occasions daily.
It is I you hold, and who holds you,I spring from
Fusing and holding, claiming,
justification of candour, and
And I know that both curiously conjoint in
broad show of artificial things, ships,
unknown road still marching.A SIGHT IN CAMP.1.
A sight in camp in
apparitions copiously tumbling.I
quality of truth in man supports
Flaunt away, flags of all nations!
Pacific, to Sitka, to Aliaska;
again.TO A HISTORIAN.You who
of curious panics,Of hard-fought
capitol, still it was not a happy night for
room, darting athwart, up and down, casting swift shadows in
day,Duly approach and pass with
stand forth out of affairs-out of
so flavorous and juicy,That
Loud! loud! loud!Loud. I call to you, my
or quality its fit proportions,
Mount Ararat!You foot-worn pilgrim
Oulipo.social is a lipogrammatic Mastodon for all.
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