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More in Dregs & Other Unreadables Merry Mackall the way down the river
a mile from the bay you stood beneath the willow's branches watching the flotsam of me in a red button boofy longsleeve t-shirt and 38"x34" worn blue jeans you didn't say a word or let loose the breath of my apocolypse in one of your ratty little chortles I passed silently until I sank a few miles north of Boston. |
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