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Moravia; the brood comes down from the

honey-coated hills, slipping their own way from

the upside downtown hills. Lucille holds fire. Miranda

calls the mothers out. Everyone goes to an uproar.

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Here it is 1978, 1979, and I don't know a thing any

longer : the azaleas won't blossom until late May, and

up to then I'll just have to freeze. My carbine now is in 

solid ice. I pull up to the siding and ask the loading dock

for warmth  -  but I get no response.

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'Light me a cigarette, Freddie, I'm down, man.' Freddie

looks back and says, 'Just keep circling, my man, just keep

it up. Here, have a drag  -  s'all I gots.'

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Ever hear of what I've heard? De-sanctified churches are

now drug-dens of whooping and hollering people. High like

Gabriel, so it goes. Lucifer got the hammer I left him yesterday.

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My coat's so bare my whole back's frozen.

My coat's so bare my whole back's frozen.