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this whole park bench belongs to me - i'm not crazy, i reserved it late last spring, don't sit there, that's my dog, thought we'd spend the summer here, scare off the tourists, or charge them to feed us, yes, i'm a real financier, and when the interest rates fall, i will invest in a mall, somewhere to keep from the cold wind that rattles my bones, and the sticks and the stones, that shatter my ears, since davy left here, i was always too high strung, seeking my salvation, now i just seek oblivion, used to be so hard to keep up with all the joneses, now i just keep up with me, if you don't like it go home, when this world finally ends. i will be wealthy again, i have all my past in this blue shopping bag that i guard, like the strings of my heart, that once rang so clear, when davy was here, in your pity, you're forgetting that, i was once somebody's better half, visit me again sometime, here among the flowers, when you've know a love like mine, it's hart to chit chat for long, life has more rips in its seams, than any novelist dreams, come when the fabric of nighttime is tattered and torn, we'll talk into dawn, but you'll have to go, when davy gets home

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Artist: janis ian