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“Your children are beautiful,” she said, handing back his wallet after removing several bills. Her mouth was fringed by bitten-off melon lipstick, a calm kind of mad. She told him to call her Sally, “like the song McCartney rips his lungs on.” She…
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two died that year /
well, you know . . . . /
baby you can drive my hearse /
it couldn't get much worse
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Why is the ghost of John Lennon haunting a house in rural Oregon?
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Why don't we do it in a yellow submarine?
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