spinal bifida, which i at
first spelled wrong:
is it still a disorder?
sorry, no laughing matter]
like dispensed chocolate
already tastes good:
that's called a paradox
a pair of ocean-smooth
sandalwood sandals sit
on your cousin's sand-blasted
deck, overlooking the Connecticut
River, the deepest river in New
England, apparently.
Largest of its size,
I'm told, without
a major settlement near
it's mouth.
A silty river carrying
mud all the way from
Quebec. But naturally
muddy, like the original
Old Muddy -- The
Missouri, of course -- but without the Army Corps of Engineers
feverish channelizing.
All the silt made navigation difficult. Hence the important
wetlands and lack of a major city. Not easily
navigated, especially in the olden days.
The Connecticut. Where my cousin bought a house
two hours from Manhattan.
That's what I meant to focus on.
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