COLD, COLD, GROUND
Geography begets a massive
mistake, and Massa's in the
cold, cold, ground. I don't
know why people fight over
anything : all land looks
the same to me. You and
your borders and fences.
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There's a cactus-jingle out
San Antonio way. I knew a
girl there once, Kathleen
somebody. She was a
Mexican sweetie but had
a very British name I could
never quite figure : one of
those Shreiber- Huntington
sort of deals.
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Border wars from long ago,
I guess. The winner gets to
do the naming.
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