The green jeep of the story below.
That's Sregei on the rocks.
A virtual scrapbook with plenty of loose pages.
If there's a universal mind, must it be sane?
A door just opened on a street --
I, lost, was passing by--
An instant's width of warmth disclosed,
And wealth, and company.
The door as sudden shut, and I,
I, lost, was passing by,--
Lost doubly, but by contrast most,
Enlightening misery.
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