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| ou know me - the donkey carts not zebra - perhaps we can invent a word eburro parked along the sidewalks of Revolución land of hard-sell shops and jumping bars I ask with my soft brown eyes eating my tray of donkey chow "take your picture, Misses?" my man says "only five, ten, twenty, frame extra..." All my favorite toruists come to pose. At night I go to sleep in canyons beyond downtown, and my masters wheel away this cart to garage or yard. I am Zeburro - hear me roar! Not. This hairstyle takes away my desire to perform until they walk me home and I see Jenny burro. Once we made traffic crash beside the park, looking at us screw and not each other cars. |
| Copyright 2001-2003 Daniel Charles Thomas |
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| graphic edited from two pictures snapped by David Dodd |