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the big pistol the old man carries
as a joke to all appearances some
unknown desires make hatefully
time passes we realize that their
dead pass as great danes in long
coats, it must be winter and the
chancellor passed by in derby a
long coat on his arm he said on
meeting me that a storm down
wind from us was about blown
into submission, don't flowers
belch in Spring and I thought
being that he has flown in to
tell me this and I coughed to
distract the waitress who was
under some covers her musty
smell was due to a closet she
opened where a ventriloquist
dummy lay slouched under a
long night's dreaming I woke
nearly hatched to find chicks