ABOUT THESE TIMES
Well, about now I expected much more but,
no, nothing came. I think maybe I should
just chuck my welter of charm and head
underground. Things are far better where
you cannot see. I spent today on 7th Street.
I walked on 'round to 8th, and later, passing
Tompkins Square, where I did not enter,
I stopped for a moment at some place
called 'Miss Lily.' They were selling
pound cake by the pound, which I had
never see before. It all worked out. Yet,
then , as I was leaving, on the nearby
wall my breath was taken by the
strangest painted sign of all.
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