The Flea Tree with Its Reed Leaves and Gain or Lose?

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Nowhere but in this garden can one find a flea tree. Nowhere but on a flea tree can one find a reed leave. Or leaf, if you like. Never but on a reed leave can one smell oriential haze. Never but in a smell of haze will one vision a cantering cars. Or car, if you desire. Nowhere but on a cantering cars can one find a garden. And only in this garden do flea trees ripen and become harden. Or hard, if you hate grammar. Gain or Lose? What does it profit a man when he gains the world? Soundful seas with waves which curl. Bright golden sunsets on beaches and sands. Towering mountains and green farming lands. Gold of the upmost and silver galore. Streamed restaurants and all chains of stores. Miracle medicines, chemicals, women and all double chins. All the film festivals and museums and Disneylands. Glasses, dishes, pots and pans. People of wisdom and people of hate. Sore throats, stomach pains and headaches Lust to no end and rapes every night. Claiming excitement and terrifying fright. Death at many doorsteps and corpses in slum streets. Leopard fingers and frostbitten feet.