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One lazy day at purple dusk, 40 Junes ago more or less.
An artist and a humorist cast each other come hither looks.
Their frantic cores pulsed palpably across Jersey swamps of summer lust.
And all about was dense and dark like molten gateau chocolat.
Lyrical physicists can only guess, how spacetime caused to coalesce
this writer and this watercolorist.
But suspect, star light can be star-crossed
when particles dally in the firmament.
For every quark, an anti-quark; for every Montague, a Capulet.
Quantum mechanics is ill equipped to extrapolate from The Big Kiss.
For imaginings are limitless, when lips collide in random bliss.