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I woke up in a big yellow taxi, counting crows and pondering dense housing

Posted on June 25, 2018 by markweiss86

I woke up in a SoHo doorway, a police man knew my name. Twenty years in the Tin Pan, Lord there’s got to be another way. That’s a pretty close to direct quote of a famous song by a famous … Continue reading →

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Mending wall 2015

Posted on January 1, 2015 by markweiss86

Like a lot of things, I admit, when I am writing about Frost, or am writing about Downtown North, or Architectural Design, I am writing about my self: I woke up this gray winter New England morn And walked outside … Continue reading →

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