LAST STOP
BOSTON
Obscure, this relegated quarry : isn't it strange
how so many things are entertained after a
tragic scene? 'He's spoken in code. He's sent
secret messages. He's writing with symbols that
mean other things.' All that folderol in an Irish town.
I know from nothing, and really care less.
Kevin White was Mayor when we bussed
the kids around. The place was all askew
when the molasses hit the town : floods
of the river, the goo was very dark brown.
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Now, everything's the same as different.
I'm in Boston town. The waitress says:
'you picked the wrong day to come.'
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