down dark alley mouths tales of man begin to ebb own ee’ any change says he coins fly from pockets insult to energy he eats and walks off it decides how his whole poems gone sour in the sun like lettuce alone don’t ya see we’ve had too little darlings mortified at the state of affairs clutching their pearls and screaming with their big wide mouths open


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