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one summer night while the owners play their cards and

drink their bourbon and smoke their pall malls
to die where newer dogs lie
while laughing stars fill the night sky

while the do-si-do
 an eye for an eye

with crossed nails bound with wire
left to only you and I

say something nice ... or not

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