YESTERDAY, WHEN I WAS YOUNG
All things come to those who wait. Oh boy,
what a crock was that! I spent half the
time doing and the other half waiting.
Nothing in between excelsior and malaise?
Accumulated travesties, matriculated
generalities, and baker's dozen of
shit-filled donuts?
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Hats off to Larry? There is a rose in
Spanish Harlem?
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