mrs... (15) by E. E. Cummings
mrs
& mr across the way are kind of afraid)afraid
of what(of
a crazy man)don't ask me how i know(a he of head comes to some dirty window every)twilight i
feel(his lousy eyes roaming)wonderful all
sky(a little mouth)stumbling(can't keep up with how big very them)now(it tears off rag its
of
mind chucks away flimsy which but)always(they're more much further off)further these those three disappear finally what's left
behind is(just a head of he
is)merely(a pair of ears with some lips plus a couple of)holes probably that's what (mr & mrs are
sort of really
really kind of afraid of)these(down pull & who'll
shades
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