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through sun - slashed highways , we sprang into night where mexico city lay at our feet , a prone whore wiggling her lights in false love , and moaned on the gravel with cactus - lanced feet the very aztec serpent coiling in our ...
through sun - slashed highways , we sprang into night where mexico city lay at our feet , a prone whore wiggling her lights in false love , and moaned on the gravel with cactus - lanced feet the very aztec serpent coiling in our ...
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It crossed ledge of white rock that dropped thirty feet to the ocean on one side . Upon the ledge had been hammered in flat , like a seal , a large iron cross . The edges of the cross were weather - eaten . Rust had bled into the rock .
It crossed ledge of white rock that dropped thirty feet to the ocean on one side . Upon the ledge had been hammered in flat , like a seal , a large iron cross . The edges of the cross were weather - eaten . Rust had bled into the rock .
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Watch your own feet : forget about the pot . Cooking is shortening ; and as the plot Of ground contracts that measuring feet would bare , Fried shoes get crisper ; as the oil gets hot , The promised plenty slowly shrinks to what You'd ...
Watch your own feet : forget about the pot . Cooking is shortening ; and as the plot Of ground contracts that measuring feet would bare , Fried shoes get crisper ; as the oil gets hot , The promised plenty slowly shrinks to what You'd ...
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