Maybe you come here on Sunday, so take away the whim.
Put your life has gone belly up.
that the last real kiss
they gave you is stuff many years ago.
T'addentri the streets
Draw from dementia, steps in front of hotels
closed for who knows how to bar instead
They made it, the vile attempts of the locals
to the existence of a coup d ' accelerator.
there are only a well-kept churches. Seventy
He completed this year's jail. The only prisoner
It 's always in, and no longer knows what he did.
Richard Hugo
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