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| howard good |  | 1. JUST LIKE EDGAR ALLEN POE'S BLUES I found my heart wandering the streets of Baltimore, penniless, raving unintelligibly, dressed in someone else's clothes. It was coming from a funeral, or going to one, and when I omitted to ask whose, it was gone. But, all these years later, mere acquaintances continue to receive letters begging for $10 for the fare home. | |
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