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A Dangerous Place I left the dope and the booze behind. The script was rewritten from handshakes and smiles to snakes in an alley: coiled, patient, camoflaged: the world is a dangerous place. Forgotten men huddle in doorways on a slippery unsaddled night. Despair creeps in like a hunter on the point, and I am the sucrrying prey. I have counted without effort half the streetlights out. As November with its jaundice withers I hear the hiss and rattle near, and I am the scurrying prey. I left the dope and the booze behind. And I scurry into shadows everywhere.
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