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43 G u t b u c k e t I’m back, armed with Muddy’s mojo hand. Take your daughters & hide them. Redbuds cover the ground like Lady Day’s poppies kissed beyond salvation & damnation: so pretty in their Easter dresses this day of the flower eater. I’m fool enough to believe loneliness can never tango me into oblivion again. I’ve swayed to Lockjaw, Trane, Pepper, & Ornette, & outlived the cold whiteness of Head Power in Shinjuku. I know if you touch beauty right a bird sings the monkey to you. ...

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