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On one
tower of the World
Trade Center and then
the other. Or for hours
backstage at The Play-
house. In the abandoned
outhouse in Kansas; the
devil comes
from Kansas
and we didit
with the devil.
We did it once
in our father's
bed; twice
on the White
House lawn.
We did it at
a poetry fest;
it'd been done
before. On Wall
St., when it
was late and right;
on the outskirts
of Wall St., in
the middle of
rush hour, we
did it. In the cock-
pit of a Blackhawk,
on a mission
to Miami, we did it
in five minutes,
flat.
You got the balls? Baby,
we got the gear--
stopwatch, scale and tape.
Give it to us straight.