hey're coming through the floorTHE CAMERA EYE (47)sirens bloom in the fog over the harbor horns of al colors everyshaped whistles reach up from the river and the churn of screws the throb of engines bel s-195-the steady broken swish of waves cut by prows out of the unseen stirri Maybe it's taken the war to teach us how to live, he said. Wilson in a measured voice. early early in the mornin'-236- Oh joyFeel that boat arockin'Oh boySee those darleies floclein'What's
If I'd had any money at al I'd have jumped on a boat and come on down. He didn't feel drunk, he felt immensely venturesome and cool and innocently excited. Frank met them at the door of the apartment. We are taking a little look at California.
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