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unaware of a major powerbreakdown below me in the city i was steadily working on Pompidompidommountain.
(grinding sanding polishing wood, scraping yearsifnotdecenniaold pigeonshit off windowsills, with square and triangle and round scrapers, using the one according to the sitiuation :thickness of shit and shape of the wood)
the summit of Pompidompidommountain is covered with thousands of small stones..
there's a small wooden bridge at Pompidompidommountain..
jackdaws (= kauwen) circling above me and keeping watch at Pompidompidommountain..
and a little guy, keeping me company in the gutter, always smiling..
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