BABY, YOU GIVE ME
TREMULOUS TIMES
They all disappear after a while.
Bebe Netanyahu to Bebe Rebozo.
They run and hide to write their
books, as if some scribe was at
their attendance for every little
thing. And who cares what Robert
Moses thought anyway? Or John
Lindsay or or Nathanial Brooks?
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I have a rake that hangs on my shed.
I have 23 knives, each honed to a
fine perfection. Come over some day,
we can pick at your teeth instead.
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