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127 Chorus

Nobody knows the other siide

of my house

My corner where I was born,

dusty guitars

Of my tired little street where

with little feet

I beetled and I wheedled

whit my sisters

And waited for afternoon sun fall

call a kids

And ma to bring me back

to supper mainline

Hum washing line tortillas

and beans

That honey Pure land

of Mominu

Where I lived a myriad

kotis of millions

Of incalculable

be aeons ago

When white while joyous

was also

Center of lake of light

Jack Kerouac (México City Blues)