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One lonely night in the dark city of Dark...
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| By the beard of Allen Ginsberg! A bum sleeping in a trashcan! | |
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| I'm no bum, I'm a hepcat trying to get into the suffering groove. I'm writing a poem on life in the dumps. | |
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| "Agh man, the gruelling pain, no more gain, weighing heavy in the rain, life is a strain, hits me like a train, again and again...and again and again and again...and again... | |
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| Are you by any chance...Jack Shit? | |
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