…was in the book store rearranging my own and some friend’s books so that their covers were facing out, and, while doing that, I was oggling french flaps–or at least that’s what I think they’re called. (According to the latest rumours, this is a must for any book). Oh, and here is another quiz.
manageable imaginations
something more or less
manageable imaginations 
Ah, yes, I dream French flaps and hand-cut pages…
I rescued your books from being infiltrated by another male poet named Schmidt. He was stuck in between the sun and the ice. He didn’t have French flaps.
That’s a nice gift. Thanky!