HARRY ENNIS
I had a friend named Harry Ennis, with
whom I rode many a mile. He was always
jovial, and drinking, fat, and with a smile.
Hed tell me I had a new way of talking.
We'd banter back and forth, passing the
bottle as we rode. He's steal from an
Iselin liquor store right before we'd
leave. I never knew how he did it.
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One time, I was in a car, driving, and
waiting at a light, and suddenly, amidst
his great and Harley noise, there was
Harry again, at my driver's window.
He handed me of a new bottle of
Jack, from Flip's, and he said,
'Let's Go!'
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There's never enough time to do it
right, but there's somehow always
enough time to do it over?
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