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RV 188 (BIG SUR188) No Monarch ever Irish be?
 * Ju see the Irish sea?

Green winds on tamarack vines— Joyce—James—Shhish—
 * SeaSssssss—see

Varash mnavash la vache écriture—the sea dont say
 * muc’h actually—

Gosh, she, huzzy, tow, led men
 * on, Ulysses and all them
 * fair headed moin—
 * Terplash, & what difference
 * make! One little white
 * spark of light!

Hair woven hands
 * Penelope seaboat
 * smeller—Courtiers in
 * Telemachus ’sguise
 * dropedary dropedary
 * creep—Or—
 * Franc gold rippled
 * that undersea creek

where fish fish for
 * fisher men—Salteen
 * breen the wet Souwesters

of old Portugee Prayers

Tsall tangled, changed, salt & drop the sand
 * & weed & water brains
 * entangled—Rats
 * of old Venetian yellers
 * Ariel Calibanned
 * to Roma Port—

Pow—spell—
 * Speak you parler,

in this my mother’s