IN THE HANDS
OF AN INSTANT
I've got the drainpipe to hang onto,
along Bedford and Barrow Streets.
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A few drunk carousers, old Chumley's
like it was still alive. Anne Adams,
and me. Rolling along. carefree.
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Too bad she was a hundred years old
already when I knew her. Well, not
really. But eighty for sure. A pity.
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A pithy pity really, and a
pithy one at that.
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