{"id":159,"date":"2012-03-11T12:16:48","date_gmt":"2012-03-11T12:16:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lovingthespider.net\/?page_id=159"},"modified":"2012-04-22T12:07:09","modified_gmt":"2012-04-22T12:07:09","slug":"leaving-town-on-saturday-night-by-greg-daniels","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/lovingthespider.net\/?page_id=159","title":{"rendered":"Leaving Town on a Saturday Night"},"content":{"rendered":"
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LEAVING TOWN ON SATURDAY NIGHT<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Leaving town on Saturday night.<\/p>\n
He, the old man walking stiff like a bored saint.
\nShe, the old lady following not too far behind.<\/p><\/blockquote>\nTo sit, drink and smoke in a bush.<\/p>\n
He, the old man with beer and a pack of smokes.
\nShe, the old lady following not too far behind.<\/p><\/blockquote>\nUnder soft starry skies beside a dried out slough.<\/p>\n
He, the old man curled in the cat-tails.
\nShe, the old lady leaving him not too far behind.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n