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This town is famous for pretty faces, broken legs, and misplaced names-- A sentence penned, An Oxford comma dangling off the edge of pages, setting off appositive phrases, lighting fuses--accidental-- phasing out of view and staging tactical retreats The winds of February mark off intersections Dow & Broadway Midnight laughs echo off stratos then fall back-- snowstorms at midday. Caught in the rain on Sunday evening this place don't stay awake so late. Except, perhaps, for pretty faces, misplaced names, or broken legs-- But forget the Oxford comma retreating, drenched, off of the page.
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
Faces, Legs, and Names
This town is famous for pretty faces, broken legs, and misplaced names-- A sentence penned, An Oxford comma dangling off the edge of pages, setting off appositive phrases, lighting fuses--accidental-- phasing out of view and staging tactical retreats The winds of February mark off intersections Dow & Broadway Midnight laughs echo off stratos then fall back-- snowstorms at midday. Caught in the rain on Sunday evening this place don't stay awake so late. Except, perhaps, for pretty faces, misplaced names, or broken legs-- But forget the Oxford comma retreating, drenched, off of the page.
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
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