I lost my temper with a friendMarked him and treated him with rudenessAnd though I tried to make amendsFeel I miss him and walk a dark corridorWoke up one morningDoctor buck’s letterOf my own making, I walk a dark corridor of my heartHoping one day a door will be ajarAt least so we can recompenseOur betrayal of our hard worn/won(? ) friendshipIn vulgar and arrogant abeyanceTo what was untrue underneath our parlanceI open the envelope, doctor buck’s letterRe: welfare benefits reportsJ. mccarthy, approximately 10-15 daysI got down, I was depressed.It was doctor buck’s letter.Turn the radio onDoctor buck’s letterCheer myself upPut the radio on, get the magazine outAnd read about the ¡®essence of tong’Checklist:I never leave home without:1 sunglasses: I wear them all year around, and seem to need them more often, it’s a habit2 music: cassettes cds3 palm pilot: it’s my lifeline I think it’s my p.a.’s computer, she rules my diary and I download it4 mobile phone5 amex card; they made such a fuss about giving it to me but I spent more time getting it turned down.I was in the realm of the essence of tong.
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