Last night I had a dream that William S. Burroughs was my neighbor. He had a small bird that he loved.
Several of my good friends live in St. Louis and when I go down to visit them I will see his grave, if I can.
His house had a wooden porch that he built himself.
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Several of my good friends live in St. Louis and when I go down to visit them I will see his grave, if I can.
His house had a wooden porch that he built himself.
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