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Nocturnes: Two Favorite Movies From The Sixties---A "Fanfic"
You crashed the wedding, and the blushing bride
you led away, to take a backseat ride
upon a bus, and to a life together
founded on honest love and youthful hope.
But common sense reminds you of this----whether
the day is dawning or the night is done,
her mother is still Mrs. Robinson
(implied turmoil is always on the brink).
This was too much: your will just could not cope
with it. You quit, and fled. Friends found a place
for you---a frontseat ride through outer space,
to some far planet---surface compromised
by ancient bombfall. It is earth, disguised!,
and now a place where monkeys really stink.
