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"Let the Hearses Rust" let the hearses rust for our dead (both beloved and despised) are not going where the wheels of mortals would take them deje que los coches fúnebres se oxiden porque nuestros muertos (ambos los amados y los despreciados) no se van a ir donde las ruedas de los mortales les llevarían
"Moon over my PoHo" Last night the whole neighborhood met at Powderhorn Park for a "neighborhood howl" to the full moon. Tonight, the moon rises (almost) full as cars whiz by on 31st Street and I am enjoying the warmer, wetter air.