OH SO WE ARE EACH
GOING TO VLADIVOSTOK
Maybe I can walk across the Bering Strait.
Maybe I can't. It's sort of late for that type
of decision, water already at my elbows.
Both of my hands - I've decided - I'll keep
clear of these waters.
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Mostly, I know nothing; geography's
not a strong suit, and I don't give a
hoot about that either. My sled dog's
running backwards? Is that what I
heard you say? I'll probably be back
to Minnesota than, by later today.
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I used to write comedy for funerals.
Now I write eulogies for comics.
It works. It's a living too.
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