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Augie March Strange Bird

of their seats on the light rail tram, amongst the could-a-beens, the also-rans - It's very little wonder if you cry, It's very little wonder you don't cry, The birds

Well our dogs get along, but have you noticed how easy evil dialogues of ours come out of wanting, for so long, an easy laughter, to feel guilty for

over me Honey we'll go without, honey grow old and thin I love you like I love my own skin From thinking a life was about them but stranger The soft

The golden sun is ever gentle in the Valley of Making, Where it's the middle of the Autumn when it isn't high Spring, There are men of many colors and

' sentence, what a fuckin' noise, I don't know these girls, I don't trust these boys, And over there in the corner, there hangs a strange bird, Sings a strange

In the chest of a dealer hammers and smelts a foul charge, as he smoothes sour cream from his moll's pony and metes her an unholy barrage, (o the living