They had turkey wing fans and they felt kind of elegant
Nothing to do but just sit there
I wanted them to walk by him the way
They would pass by a person asking for money in an alley
They not only wrote like him
They also walked with his rolling slouch
Drank likehis heroes and heroines,
Cultivated a hard-boiled melancholy
And he writes slowly in longhand
Possibly forty lines a day (rhymes)
Copy lyrics and 
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