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Aug 2016
I wandered endlessly in search of gold
paranoid I accused both comrades
and foreigners of conspiracy
yet I alone was mad
mexico and california
I slept
I drank and the cup proved
endless
I swung my sword
and my sword proved dull
no exhibition could whet
my insatiable hunger
B Wasserman
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B Wasserman  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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     Silverflame, Gaffer, Keith Wilson and SPT
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