ENTER THE MINIATURE
Oh my, everything has grown so small : a congeries
of eels, like ground worms now. Swarming. I have
walked my way to inconsideration. I'm resting here
in Beacon, NY. Where should I look for you?
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The man from Garrison, he wrote me a note. The state
trooper, right here, some time ago, wrote me a ticket
as well. Happiness was never more engaged. I sat in
front of the local court judge, and watched him steal.
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It was cold in Haverstraw. I entered the Straw Hat Cafe
and ordered coffee. Eight in the morning already - all
those well-dressed people running off to work. City-work.
Everywhere I look, it's like Jerry Lewis. Comedy.
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