TONGUE-TIED
Tongue-tied, ample lipped, flaming
doozie you are. Wash my hands with
oil and water. Here's where it all comes
together. Every night, same damn thing.
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The negative till is empty, and the cash guy
is out of cash. Hastings-on-Hudson got
nothing on me. I look out over the roadside
cliff : I see nothing but depths below.
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