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old man bent into a gibbet from where his head hangs shuffles many streets but cannot change the view condemned to stare square right into his shoes
old boy he lost her indoors six months to the day sleeping down the slats hanging off his stick prodding at the pavement to check it still lives
you silly soft sod i was once like you in the street throwing up living without fear i stuffed my liver with beer it's what you do it's what i did but those vanishing lines only lead you here
old fogey embalmed in ten layers of darkling grey they only know when you're dead he gasped behind those nets
"there's just nothing left in my shrunken stomach"
you silly soft lad i was once like you chasing skirt in a dark bar
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