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STREET OF POETS TUCSON

so I cd tell
Mark Young
I walkd Congress
to Cafe Magritte

it sn’t
anymore

so I went
down the block
to Hotel Congress
where Dillinger
was staying
when he got caught

I thot abt
Todd Moore
as I ate ahi

sorry Mark

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