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"Hell yeah," Yoko Ono agreed.
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Mo Dean woke up sober.
And tired.
Tired of life, of soiled pants, rash, vomit, and whiskey sweat. Tired of holes in his pockets and blisters on his feet, of hanging signs asking for dimes and getting only pennies. And most of all, tired of the police.
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Dreams don’t die. We extinguish them/
waking to the mundane days/
we live in, dutiful and tired.
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