92 MACDOUGAL STREET
And so may you drip my sleeve,
cowboy wakening doom. Fitter
at work, starlight blazer. I
jimmied your lock long ago.
Now regnant, I look to you
in arrears, past the old bread
shop, the sandal-fitter's
counter, the music store
and more. Even your
trellised guitar now
sings music.
And so may you drip my sleeve,
cowboy wakening doom. Fitter
at work, starlight blazer. I
jimmied your lock long ago.
Now regnant, I look to you
in arrears, past the old bread
shop, the sandal-fitter's
counter, the music store
and more. Even your
trellised guitar now
sings music.
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