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THE PIE SHOP. Chapter Six. Benny's Love Story

We all have a talent of some sort it seems.
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Montgomery, Montgomery

Montgomery, Montgomery The greatest cad in history A weasel sly and Slippery In expensive cotton frippery His smile so slick and buttery Makes the ladies tummies fluttery

Epitaph

The will is white and tells us lies, and wills us to believe. Beneath a fetid mound of turned soil; should you come to mourn my passing, this is where you’ll find me.
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I want to be one of those poets

I want to be one of those poets Morose poets Whose misanthropic throes of agony towards their unaccepting society result in late night recitals with raunchy underworld types
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Fussball girl

Every Saturday afternoon She invades the gastro pub downtown Where the fussball table waits Beneath the barbaric roars of cocky men. Here, she dishes out humiliation in sachets

I will It

This is the match with which I strike the moistened box along one side. The damp ash, tinder, faggot, brush: All are waiting in the grate. I cup the matchbox in my left hand;

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a quotation

Sparrows

Pierced with plain words

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