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The thinking goes,
"Let me have tame markups
And precipices with mean seasons.

"Give me the stamina of luminous prudes,
I am feigning a disaster movie
For my overplus of thawed vanity."

Zoom in on the crew
As they disassemble
The raw data,

They're waiting to be
What America is waiting for,

The highway fading
In the mirror in the sun.