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associates some people with holidays,
man of the fourth, cinco de mayo woman,
but for the most part, something else
due to the content of their conversation,
and nothing more than a personal
unadmitted awareness of a small fleeting
or possibly fleeting fact proposed over
several hours too many of talk about
film and culture and sculpture and not
jazz but baroque and then pause to
remember, yes you, that anyone ever
talking about art is more or less
talking about their own person and then
once this is so, then a convenient way
to get to know someone without their
knowledge.
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