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In the early 60's when most people
thought Dylan's voice was very strange
and very funny, Tom would hitch Sunset
hoping for a car full of girls with a reckless driver.
The bagful of weed he'd filched from
his friends in Silverlake he hoped to exchange
for a kiss-or more. A kiss, was that so difficult
to get? Yet all he got those years was a lousy ***
and a bulldyke. He had to wait till he got to Paris
-on a bridge over the Seine-to taste flesh's clover,
the perfect kiss that marks you like a divine stigmata
for the rest of your life.
