GOAT-MAN
The amateur goat-man has sure got my goat :
leading to a fair Harry and a lingering suspicion.
He's a Jew-cat on top of old smokey, and a
wandering Arab in a mosque of Paralay, the old
Arab quarter of Rome. I see him standing athwart
ashes, shouting out, 'It's me! It's me!' while tourists
take his picture. I never sit
down, and I can only
catch his shadow. Every six months, it seems, all
somewhere else again. 'I'm so tired of London!
I'm so tired of
Spain!'
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