After, under the pylon,
power lines buzzing,
she told about sperm whales
that dive to such
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I was sad, oh so sad,
All alone in my pain.
Thankfully that was when
The Balloon Lady came.
I had hung my head down
And let out a groan,
When I saw a foot standing
Right next to
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Harold Gates slowed the snow-topped yellow taxi and edged it along the slushy curb to a stop where she stood, shivering in a tattered wool coat in a January blizzard on the steps of her unlit ... [+]