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the sun child Horses carrying coaches full of couch potatoes and some painted vegetables. It begins to fall diamonds from cloudy ducts in the moon’s face. And then the sun’s child jumps and drops at the speed of lightning, speeding towards the brown ground. He knows it comes slow, so he laughs and lights a cigar bigger than his right arm. The cherry burns red right through, he pulls fast and covers lands with wheezing mist. Galloping viciously through the steam bursts a mighty steed. It stops and upon him lands a man, who smiles. His brain went missing in a freak show carnival. 29