A Healthy Purple
There are two guys in suits and plain ties, smoking cigars at the Wall Street bull, saying nothing.
There is a smelly man with tattered clothes, playing a guitar, with a hose about his elbow.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Not this time.
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