we loved each other, me and baby jane.

a nurse is picking poppies from a tray.

these are the roots of rhythm which remain.

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from self-constructive actions we abstain

when far more urgent pleasures bid us play.

we loved each other, me and baby jane.

.

the nurse as effervescent as champagne

draws from the poppies freedom from dismay.

these are the roots of rhythm that remain.

.

a unicorn, that well-named lpn,

a name that sounds so much like quelle idée.

we loved each other, me and baby jane.

these are the roots of rhythm that remain.

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Song samplings are from “Me and Baby Jane” by Leon Russell and “Under African Skies” by Paul Simon.