6374. OF ALL THE PESTILENTIAL MOMENTS

OF ALL THE 

PESTILENTIAL MOMENTS.

Of all the pestilential moment I've ever faced, I am

sure to say I've liked you the best. Even with traffic 

and cars whizzing by, the dumbo behind the wheel

of the salt-spreader plow gives a wave. All these 

township and boro guys, I know too many of them

and they act like I'm part of their team. Long and

unkempt, I guess my manners keep them in mind

of the bar room they just left, or to which they're

going. OK with that. I should be there too.

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It's different in the big city, Tyrone. The guys there,

they watch their curbs and the cars that are parked.

God forbid they should take off a mirror or tip at

a bumper; there'd be city hell to pay. Let alone

City Hall. the papers and the lawsuit, here they

come. Caution, like a taxi light, all the way.

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Of all the pestilential moments I've survived, yes

you're the very best. Acting the part of the maiden

I squandered, or the best-friend's sister with whom

I've eloped. I can't put my finger on it, yet. Or, I

guess you know then what I'm meaning. Life is a

sinister curve at a quite well-attended racetrack,

and everywhere the lights are beaming.