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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 69 He dwelt in the blue-white land, where silken ladders swing from balconies moon-bright and flower-scented. And Diamond Griffin Wrote What are you trying to prove? And what in the hell is this Hustler Magazine? I can't tell you what danger I feel you're in; I'm not the poetic sort you seem to have acquired a taste for, but if I could tell you how melancholy it is here tonight in a sudden storm in Ohio. The radio is playing 'Cold Kentucky Rain' and 'Rainy Night in Georgia.' I think of lightning striking a beach You know where they find a sheet of glass in the sand. I can't see a damn thing out there-- this hammering at my panes suggests that the wandering earth is a polygon of portholes, glass casements, and The windows of the world Are covered with rain |
