young men with moustaches older than they are walk lilliputian terriors up and down the East End of Eden. Donnegal Danny crawls out the Wishing Well, rather wet at 11a.m. single mothers chastise their children for inevitably turning into the monsters that they are turning them into.. the Earth continues to spin its day's work, as the moon spins and I wonder whether the whole universe too is spinning, almost convinced it must be.
and that's the spin I'm in
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the only living shmuck in New York
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