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“You have left it a bit late going to New York driving a laundry truck, I think you’ll be better off going to Florida,” the kind lady at the American embassy said.” But I have a dream bought a street map, know of a place called Bronx, a friend of mine reads poetry by the subway’s exit to cheer people up as they are hastening to work. The pay as a driver may not be good but at least I got to do my own laundry for free” She didn’t hear me. “ If you don’t like Florida, go to New Mexico I’ve got a brother there and he’ll fix you up with a job Ok?” A man in a blindingly white, starched shirt and newly pressed suit appeared asked me what I thought of the dictator in Iraq “Go get him” I said hoping to sound like John Wayne. We both smiled broadly and shark like as we swaggered down the embassy’s roman steps. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 8 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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