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by Mary Ruefle
Ann Galbraith loves Barry Soyers. Please pray for Lucius Fenn who suffers greatly whilst shaking hands. Bonny Polton loves a pug named Cowl. Please pray for Olina Korsk who holds the record for missing fingers. Leon Bendrix loves Odelia Jonson who loves Kurt who loves Carlos who loves Paul. Please pray for Cortland Filby who handles a dead wasp1, a conceit2 for his mother. Harold loves looking at Londa's hair under the microscope. Londa loves plaiting the mane of her pony3. Please pray for Fancy Dancer who is troubled by the vibrissa in his nostrils4. Nadine St. Clair loves Ogden Smythe who loves blowing his nose on postage stamps. Please pray for William Shakespeare who does not know how much we love him, miss him and think of him. Yukiko Pearl loves the little bits of toffee that fall to the floor when Jeffrey is done with his snack. Please pray for the florist5 Marieko who wraps roses in a paper cone6 then punches the wrong code. Muriel Frame loves retelling the incident that happened on the afternoon of November third. Please pray for our teacher Ursula Twombly who does not know the half of it. By the radiator7 in a wooden chair wearing woolen8 stockings sits a little girl in a dunce's cap, a paper cone rolled to a point and inverted9 on her hair; she's got her hands in her lap and her head bowed down, her chin is trembling with having been singled out like this and she is sincere in her fervent10 wish to die. Take it away and give it to the Tartars who roll gloriously into battle. 点击收听单词发音
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