A Cellarful of Nose - Future Shoes

umper and lift you up and get you going again, and before you
can roll down your window and shout your thank-you over the
engine whine and wind, we are gone, gone to do some other good
turn.
So I would like to make the pie a gift to all of you out there
who wear the techie turban. Picture the pie by a frosty window,
steam and sugar rising from it like the shimmering branches of a
virtual tree, the ghostly arms offering up a prayer of thanks.
So flaky and so sweet, this pie's for you.
(1990)
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