on the bart i saw my father's doppelganger (1st time for everything) (same scowl, exact coloring in face and hair, jeans and big jacket with backpack, glasses, some sort of brown shoe), tater got ready tater didn't shake, i saw photography and marinas, and tigers, of course. and i gazed at narcissus, narcissus is-in-us...
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