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At No Great Distance When Norman Saunders was magical when Norman Saunders was an Air Force Captain he looked up at Venus through the sunroof of his fabulous blue Buick. Night was a car with power and sound with slow black curves encumbent with chrome and white wall tires flown all the way from Ohio. Venus the evening star was bigger than the whole sky bigger than the great airplane that Norman Saunders was flying through a crazy salad above Gloucester. Le bomb. Le bomb Le Bomb. counted Norman Saunders as he watched the streamlined French curves of the Atomic Warheads while clouds buffeted softly below in white laughter. Nazi Jazz. Nazi Jazz. Norman named Nazi lazz the bombs Antwerp Paris Brussels Venice Schenectady A Brash Kind of Jazz. The sky began to roll over the Thieves in that fabulous black Buick. It began to snow bright red in Louisiana.