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I lost my temper with a friend Marked him and treated him with rudeness And though i tried to make amends Feel i miss him and walk a dark corridor
Woke up one morning Doctor buck's letter Of my own making, i walk a dark corridor of my heart Hoping one day a door will be ajar At least so we can recompense Our betrayal of our hard worn/won(?) friendship In vulgar and arrogant abeyance To what was untrue underneath our parlance
I open the envelope, doctor buck's letter Re: welfare benefits reports
J. mccarthy, approximately 10-15 days I got down, i was depressed. It was doctor buck's letter.
Turn the radio on
Doctor buck's letter Cheer myself up Put the radio on, get the magazine out And read about the ¡®essence of tong'
Checklist: I never leave home without: 1 sunglasses: i wear them all year around, and seem to need them more often, it's a habit 2 music: cassettes cds 3 palm pilot: it's my lifeline i think it's my p.a.'s computer, she rules my diary and i download it 4 mobile phone 5 amex card; they made such a fuss about giving it to me but i spent more time getting it turned down.
I was in the realm of the essence of tong.
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