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Wednesday get a better haircut.
In the street holding hands I was
halted mid-thought by a smile I forgot.
We are the unlucky few, many of us exploding
five nuclear warheads in retaliation for
Clinton’s speech on murder. Stop the
violence! No I’m serious! Everyone is
speaking Stradivarian in here, be at my 

place around ten. Nice reading last night,
do I get a raise? This is why I haven’t
responded to your lovely note.