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Making a sandwich of stone and steel;
if only the mouth’s groin vault could comprehend
the packages I wheel into it,
the unparalleled girders of flavor I impart,
this sandwich’s barrier would never be entered into
and would endure forever the saliva of time.
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(Possible epigraph for Chance Sweepings.)
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