NOT MYSTERY
And no, there never was. The husky
at the corner was barking - yes, some
one or another adoption-day quest. The
ladies who were lunching nearby made
comment : 'so lovely to see, so much to
behold. But I wouldn't want to clean it.'
And the waiter brought a tray - like those
guys in Procul Harem say. I heard that
song on a jukebox once - a bar-room in
a dusty old hotel, but lively and filled with
sharks. I had some Shirley at my shoulder,
testing me out. 'Skip a live fandango? I'll
do anything you want - shit, honey, I can
make you come by thinking.' Yeah, well,
anyway; the waiter brought a tray.
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