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 HERMIONE'S SALON OPENS

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Perchance last night you felt the world careen, Leap in its orbit like a punished pup Which hath a hornet on his burning bean? Last night, last night—historic yestere'en!— Hermione's Salon was opened up!

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Without, the night was cold. But Thought, within, Roared through the rooms as red and hot as Sin. Without, the night was calm; within, the surge And snap of Thought kept up a crackling din As if in sport the well-known Cosmic Urge With Psychic Slapsticks whacked the dome and shin Of Swami, Serious Thinker, Ghost and Goat From soup to nuts, from Nut to Super Freak, From clams to coffee, all the Clans were there. The groggy Soul Mate groping for its Twin, The burbling free verse Blear, the Hobo Pote, [104]