Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Foleys on Dover


We met at the bar in the snow on the street that disappeared - friggin great foleys - foleys on dover - you showed me the plan - the eiffel tower exploded - pieces of mind scattered all in and all over - in the backroom the mayor was remembering - out in the front I passed you a dossier - and you had some papers on the poets of columbia - ah foleys - my old pipe wrench dozer - army-navy played on the magnavox box - one beer one shot one mint clover - the option game ran rampant - the army tackled not - we'd nod to the mayor and his chauffeur - xmas eve friggin xmas eve at foleys - foleys on dover - foleys on dover. -Jack Vaughan

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