At the register he flips open his wallet on files of card
pockets. The card for his doctor, the card for his locked drawer, the card with
his plumber’s phone number, the card to drive, the card to thrive, the card to
enter the building, the card for the cover, the card for the lover, the card
for endurance, the card for insurance, the card for the turnstile, the card
that is erstwhile. Where is it? Where is it? The card for remember, the card
for November, the card well hard to tell, the card that is entrée to hell…
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