Dream Song 9

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Dream Song 9

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Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstill horrible Henry, foaming. Fan their way toward him who will in the high wood: the officers, their rest, with p. a. echoing: his girl comes, say, conned in to test if he's still human, see: she love him, see, therefore she get on the Sheriff's mike & howl 'Come down, come down'. Therefore he un-budge, furious. He'd flee but only Heaven hangs over him foul. At the crossways, downtown, he dreams the folks are buying parsnips & suds and paying rent to foes. He slipt & fell. It's golden here in the snow. A mild crack: a far rifle. Bogart's duds truck back to Wardrobe. Fancy the brain from hell held out so long. Let go.

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