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I'd make a decent docent

but could never make

a docent decent,

not an ill-tempered one, anyway;

an undressed one I could

handle by simply

throwing a tarp over her or him.

Let's talk about Gabriel Fried.

The guy is a one-man

either band or wrecking crew,

but enough about Fried;

let's talk about you.

So you want to volunteer at my

museum. Get in line, sister.

Lots of forks, no pie,

and I'm a severe manager.

And you--what are you?

A scarlet tanager?