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A Special Edition of The East Village
Lafitte I cancelled my dentist appt. last summer because it was Carnival you wanted me to hurry back. I carried my bag down the center of the street I was a mariner a piece of the parade. When I got home you were simply bugged no girlfriend waving from the patio of the gallery What's the rush? My exhileration the moustache I slapped on my face just in case Gold beads everywhere I have tanned photographs of that. In January my teeth need a cleaning, I'm broke & I blame you.