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Cold-slaw Collective opacity Expectation of those who will come no more Felt that this was my misfortune more than my fault Found life was not all poetry He had no time to make money Intellectual poseurs No time to make money NYC, a city where money counts for more and goes for less One could be openly poor in Cambridge without open shame Put your finger on the present moment and enjoy it Standards were their own, and they were satisfied with them Wonderful to me how it should remain so unintelligible