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By Jack Joseph Smith
Even Mr. Bau, who like all other great men was a bit shook, when Hyde
the second explained the Gibbons problem.
Mr. B. streightened up. "Tell him to piss on his neck."
As far as I am concerned the fifty gallons of piss collected account
decay
for the Gibbons today. He's a bum. Eating the same old stake and onions.
So, that's the ending. But to see the whole picture is truely the great
American irony.
The best place to begin some sort of realizatation is at the death of
Denny?
No. It was when Hanchy proposed the bank job to Harry. They argued all
night. Gibbons said, "the plam is perfect which is why we are too weak."
Gibbons left the table of frenchfries thick in stack deep laid down
in old creem gold laced plates.
Still the grace of the fields. But he used to see it, and enjoy it,
now he could only look at it.
Gibbons shook his head. It was no good, but he prayed. "Summer is
gone and sun shine on the medow." It was low and sqakie. Like a riddle
definately all known still going on to the fit.
Now that the death of Denny has been mentioned we call him Young Ben
who is around along but only comes up once.