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Tomorrow we go from poets to workers, cruel rains call forth the staunch flowers, and soon we can all wear white shoes (proletariat included).

May 1 I am going to take down everything but the Mechanical Beast poems to perhaps revise a little & publish elsewhere, so take one last look at them if you are so inclined, or else look for them later elsewhere maybe.

I think I may keep writing and posting the Beasts because they amuse me. Though likely not at the breakneck one-a-day pace as this past month.

I didn't miss a day this year, though! Another month older and deeper in debt...