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now I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and just as the sun went down every day there was a man in a nearby ward he’d start hollering for his friend Joe. JOE! he’d holler, OH JOE! JOE! J O E! COME GET ME, JOE! Joe never came by. I’ve never heard such mournful sounds. Joe was probably working off a piece of ass or attempting to solve a
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The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993
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