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The first punch sent me flying into a Christmas tree. The second put me on the floor on my hands and knees, blood dripping from my nose.
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but isn't it real
time? This joyride
to Oregon?
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Happens at a party, this way, past frat boys
perched in branches like idiot hoot owls,
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Bare Feet on a Tile Floor Bob Dylan and I are growing old together. These days I rock out to tunes in the Florida room. I walk with a cane, but I dance without it. A mystery! My dog worries I'll fall as I whirl and watches me from…
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Since when has it become a crime to walk about a neighbourhood? No one will ever convince me that it 's okay to follow, harass, or approach any unarmed person with a gun and shoot them.
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You might want to think twice before inviting Henry David Thoreau to your next dinner party...
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