Steamboat Willie

huge places along the Baltic Sea Lithuania never to see that six year old again rusty condensation he licks from within his floating steel chamber crushing sounds of storage containers and seamen “Blessed” mother tells him “Labadini” you’re going to America small buttons from her blouse torn from his country his traveling companion a mouse just until hunger hits so hard the taste of fur stuck in his throat comes to mind in Disneyland Mickey and that wretched boat

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