Lonely In Boston
When You
ran away
with the rock-star
I ended-up
in Newbury Street
Billy Goat
in Gay and Lesbian
parade
and now
lonely
like the one
who lost
the whole family
in a car crash
cry with hail tears
for the sea lions
of Newton
living in Brookline
back then
it was a big deal
now is nothing
just two drunk southies
on a dead point...
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