gee i like to think of dead it means nearer because deeper firmer　　since darker than little round water at one end of the well it's　　too cool to be crooked and it's too firm to be hard but it's sharp　　and thick and it loves, every old thing falls in rosebugs and　　jackknives and kittens and pennies they all sit there looking at　　each other having the fastest time because they've never met before　　dead's more even than how many ways of sitting on your head your　　unnatural hair has in the morning　　dead's clever too like POF goes the alarm off and the little striker　　having the best time tickling away everybody's brain so everybody　　just puts out their finger and they stuff the poor thing all full　　of fingers　　dead has a smile like the nicest man you've never met who maybe winks　　at you in a streetcar and you pretend you don't but really you do　　see and you are My how glad he winked and hope he'll do it again　　or if it talks about you somewhere behind your back it makes your neck　　feel pleasant and stoopid and if dead says may i have this one and　　was never introduced you say Yes because you know you want it to dance　　with you and it wants to and it can dance and Whocares　　dead's fine like hands do you see that water flowerpots in windows but　　they live higher in their house than you so that's all you see but you　　don't want to　　dead's happy like the way underclothes All so differently solemn and　　inti and sitting on one string　　dead never says my dear,Time for your musiclesson and you like music and　　to have somebody play who can but you know you never can and why have to?

　　dead's nice like a dance where you danced simple hours and you take all　　your prickly-clothes off and squeeze-into-largeness without one word and　　you lie still as anything in largeness and this largeness begins to give　　you,the dance all over again and you,feel all again all over the way men　　you liked made you feel when they touched you(but that's not all)because　　largeness tells you so you can feel what you made,men feel when,you touched,　　them　　dead's sorry like a thistlefluff-thing which goes landing away all by　　himself on somebody's roof or something where who-ever-heard-of-growing　　and nobody expects you to anyway　　dead says come with me he says(andwhyevernot)into the round well and　　see the kitten and the penny and the jackknife and the rosebug　　and you　　say Sure you say (like that) sure i'll come with you you say for i　　like kittens i do and jackknives i do and pennies i do and rosebugs i do【gee i like to think of dead查看网站：[db:时间]】