That path would have been a broad path, but hey? A Broadway.
You can meet on a broad path, maybe not run into each other, but hearken, and holler, a barbaric yawpish HI YA FRIEND AND KINDRED SPIRIT!
From a long time ago, another zone of zoning and zonking out, other friends and kindred spirits you can hear, whispering in wires,
The path is broad, with plenty of room, my father’s mansion has many rooms, and, come to think of it, his mansion is also broad, each of the many rooms is broad, and…
Lofty.
We of the globe (the globe is spherical, but a sphere can be broad) hear every beat, and with the locomotive whining, long, slow, grinding, an engine with soul.. to puff the glory, invite both Oscar and Walt for a comfortable tour, a comfortable room, a Pullman car, equipped with broad bar, a brothel, drink your fill, thank god you took your boots off, red crinsom, out on a shilahelah,
A weave and woof, of the beat, between breasts, long slow silent mouton Teton, Wy oming, Oscar with his two boys, his wife so attractive, his English, not at all bourgeois, because bourgeois, interactive, is French,
Oscar of Magdalen, Walt of the Bronx, south of the Berkshire, south of the Mason-Dixon line, south of the waist, south of the prism, south of the southern religion, doncha love that northern gotta wear a stylish sweater, disguising your breasts, as if your torso, your pecs, were spam.
Spam of Human Affection 
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