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What should I do?
So far I plan on putting jazz in the CD player, pouring a glass or two of scotch, and preparing a steak dinner...:9
Or, maybe I'll go wild! (as William Carlos Williams put it)
Danse Russe
IF when my wife is sleeping (or "out-of-town") and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping (ditto) and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,--
if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: "I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!"
If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,--
Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?
Any other suggestions from worldly, sophisticated DUers?
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