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After all the noise
of digging up her driveway
and the stink of freshly laid
asphalt is gone.
And I can sit on her deck with a cup of coffee and a cigaret, reading a 30 year-old New Yorker Magazine. THEN go inside and hug her and kiss her and do whatever. AND when we go to the Bedford Diner, hope to hell I get to see my hero, Loudon Wainwright. |
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