I DO, AND I DON'T,
BUT I DIDN'T
Whew there's a mouthful like Charles H.,
said - 'you're talking again like Pa Kettle.
That was Wednesday, and I was still on my
way, back then, to be determined about
finding my way in the dark. And then
there was that house in New Brunswick
that burned; two little kids fried to crisp
and the mother that jumped out the window
with another one in her arms. Only second
floor, but still. Universal love - I think -
is something we can all understand.
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Along French Street, in the Summer,
they all sit about in sombreros and boots.
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