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Things that are full of music Cascade like a waterfall Down the coin slot Chirping in acceptance, once, twice, three times luck be a lady. They call me the One-Armed Bandit The meadow in the Wild West Words and music under the gun Of the tiger's sun. The Ballad of Michael Valentine Could be a country song, but isn't Telling the tale of a wannabe rock star Nuns on Fourth and Fremont sing topless, gaffer's tape covering their nipples, implications of areolas Because bare breasts are not fully nude in America, if they're covered up I've become a part of this Scene Waving to the preacher who insists I accept God The refrain of his plea mixes with the aroma of sewer gas, on the other side of the street I crumble from the weight, the Catholic blues that direct my shoes Towards the curio shop under the canopy Marching in harmony Some silly satellite seethes through my sonnet.
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