They all want to play at life. They have not exactly gone to college. Nor gotten their girlfriends pregnant, Nor seen a best friend falling with booze gagging the throat, Not exactly seen their mothers lying in hospital beds dying in deadflower-smelling sheets, Not exactly this have they gotten at nor the meaning of responsibility -- O responsibility, responsibility given by an uncaring sequence of events -- in the most joyous life the Lord, God gave to man Yet they all want to play at life because it is free like all children were free and to stand by a red Corvette with its keys in the hand and then to say over sexy and say over sexy loving, flirtatious meaningless words masking a heart's doubting, doubting. This is something that calls and calls to their blood. They are dreaming when they talk about it and they know it is dreaming to be particular about it and yet: They all want to play at life.
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