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Show To My Shoes It was late; was going to sweep the room. I looked around, but found nothing but gloom. Couldn't figure what to do; I went out, and standing there got scared that I would shout. Decided it was time to take a walk, but passed a couple; heard some of their talk. Thank god, walked on alone and saw no one; got tired and sat down on somebody's lawn. Knew I should go home, but didn't want to. Don't care for it no more, want something new. Stood up and headed deeper into town; all bars along the street had been shut down. Got so much work backed up at home to do, but something I've been meaning to tell you. Drunk passed, asked, "How you doing?" said, "Ok." I nearly stopped to pray in some cafe. |
