MIAMI DOLOMITE
Cant' have, couldn't be, and although everyone
goes there now, there's nothing really there. The
devil takes the swampland, and the hindmost
quarter is free. Florida? Alligator Alley?
What's any of that mean to me?
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Let me have a whispering campaign instead for
points asunder : the ruins of Catalfalque, the old
broken soil of Chichen Itza, or Troy - worlds
apart but filled with joy, and drama, and death.
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Deep things work out simply when you're alive
and well - and walking a tunnel to get to a
river can sometimes cause you a death
by drowning. Settle in, little guy,
settle in. Mr. Dooley has your
number, and he's coming
to talley up.
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