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from The Mad Song

Michael Schiavo

      Let it all come down: let everything fall where she comes from. Trust me in the troubles that are coming, are to come. I've seen the revels before us. Only I can understand the pigeons on the overpass. The crinkled paper. The lord and lass. The average song of the average man.

Michael Schiavo

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