A verse from the title poem in the collection, Reminiscences of My Dead-end Street The con men are holding a permanent convention here,Professing the sky to be falling, to instill happiness and fear.And the joker and the thief, have struck the great deal,One gives you …
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From REMINISCENCES OF MY DEAD-END STREET Joined at the hips, but not at the brainsAll blood spills, and flows from the strainsThe suits walk in, compassion walks outWhy’d you have to go and make me scream and shoutI don’t expect perfection, but why’d I have …
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Joined at the hips but not at the brains All blood spills and flows from the strains The suits walk in, compassion walks out Why’d you have to go and make me scream and shout I don’t expect perfection, but why’d I have to fall …
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