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Back there at his place late at night, when the owls congregate
And the snakes sleep, when the trucks hit the spacers in the overpass
And the storm drains cough up dust and cigarette filters
purge like frogs at the side of the road
Back there, down the gravel lane, down the dirt road
Down some dust on the grass, past the pecan tree to the shadow
With some bricks around it
Back there, late at night, back there in the dark
Back there in the dust, back there
The dog burst into flame
That outta get her in....
words by Leo Kottke
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