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Moon over Mulholland Tonight the moon is just down to LAX and up the 405 and she pulls her rental over into a spot under some pine trees up on Mulholland Drive. She's feeling sexy, as usual, and she's gonna curl up in the back seat under a blanket under the glow of herself. "This will be a first," she says, turning off the ignition looking around for astronauts. Ready for action. |
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BEEN OUT OF SCHOOL WAY TOO LONG
Come and get my poems, enroll in my school of poetry, make yourself at home and don't worry, it's
not that kind of poetry school; the cafeteria is much more Pumpkin Pie and Hush Puppies than Cassoulet and Coq au Vin, though those last two are marvelous, blackened,
with a side saucer of Twinkie cream.