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Poem	fog owns the town in its palm lawyers nibble each other's fingers the churches take their cut at the fat lunch the men of business carve themselves prayers and praises the fog comes to my window and lisping in says i've drained the town of you and you of the town come outside and let me smother you to the border no person calls and only the headless watch and watch in the street
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