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1977 – Summer time Blues
1977 really was a shitty summer – Son of Sam (not me), Blackout, Tom Seaver and Dave Kingman were traded, it was hot very hot, Danielle took my gum and ran away ignoring my expressions of undying love, Carlos went to an overnight and ignored me the next day, Groucho laughed last on the…
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I am Jew – You don’t dig it? Don’t touch anything we have invented
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Taken not Lost
To all the ones who perished; to all the thoughts, dreams and aspirations that were extinguished…to all the unwritten songs, plays, novels; to all the diseases that might have been cured which have taken away too many too soon; to all the shapes and colors that might have been. To all of the wisdom, strength…
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Destroyer of Worlds within Worlds
They come in with guns blazing; they come in with bombs strapped to their body – is the hatred born with them like the DNA which chooses the color of their eyes, their skin? They cast about death as if it’s a clay target range – but they are destroyers of worlds within worlds. The…
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A Jew and an American with No Apologies
Anyone who is ashamed of being who they are is a cancer to the group they belong to. I am a Jewish man with Sephardic roots. I was born and raised in Brooklyn New York and attended Yeshiva all of my life. We lived in a nice neighborhood where the ethnic mix was Jewish,…
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Last call for the train to wherever
“All aboard” you’ve seen it in the movies and youv’e heard it in songs. All aboard onto this last train of the day. The clock keeps ticking and the moon is ridin’ high. Its brisk night as you look outside. People some stranger then others are waltzing alone towards the trains door. Another goodbye another…
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Pot o Gold somewhere
Don’t know how to call don’t know when to hold – waitin’ on that pot o gold. Walk outside aint got no coat, see me shakin’ searchin’ for that pot o gold. Can you remember the stories I once told? Can you remember the wind being this cold? Long time comin’ this pot o gold.…
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Saying I Love You
I love you, I love you, I love you. “You say I love you too much.” I love you, I love you, I love you. “After a while it loses its meaning.” I love you, I love you, I love you. “I don’t need to explain – but if I must…” I love you, I…
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Darkness
Taking a train, darkness up ahead, mountains surrounding us and drowning out what ever is left of the sun, of the day. Riding faster and faster just like a runaway trains of the past – stations pass us by and the people waiting on the platforms just watch as we pass on by. “Didn’t I…
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F Train
Riding across brooklyn towards the city of New York aka Manhattan. Surrounded by strangers of all race, color and religion. Some are listening, some are talking too loud and others are reading. A pretty girl with white skin, red hair and green eyes – painting her face in different shades – hues of different colors.…
