You could be Bob Dylan, I said, and I could be Marilyn Monroe. Or you could really be he. I need some sort of confirmation. That was his response.
Think of this as a birthday version of that Leopard Skin Pillbox Hat
Who could imagine that?
Not even a Siamese cat sitting on the shoulder of a diplomat,
carrying a slugger’s bat…
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