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Dreaming; Night of
February 16, 1984 |
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6:19 |
A snobby-cruel Hollywood director saw me and gave me a chance. As a test, he sat me down and told me to compose a poem. I couldn't think of one, but I'd written a great one not too long before. I searched all over for it, but to no avail. After a lot of mess, when everything was over, one of my friends who I trusted found it in their pants pocket. (H) |
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