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

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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