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flowered and returned to the Mississippi mud	his attempt to flatter me and his failure to do just that	The mad scientist ties you to the examination table and makes love to you with his chilly instruments.	Even as he watched the sea rise up like anger
It’s in his name and his clothes and his hands and his lips	Tom Traubert's Blues	sometimes it feels like the world is trying to tell me to wake up	The ocean will one day give up its dead

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