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They had turkey wing fans
And they felt kind of elegant
Nothing to do but just sit there
Wanted them to walk by him
The way they would
Pass by a person asking for
Money in an alley
They not only wrote like him
They also walked with his rolling slouch
Drank like his heroes and heroines
Cultivated a hard-boiled melancholy
And he writes slowly in longhand
Possibly forty lines a day rhymes
They had turkey wing fans
And they felt kind of elegant
Nothing to do but just sit there
Wanted them to walk by him
The way they would
Pass by a person asking for
Money in an alley
But it is, an alley
Not A Hoot! was written by Solex.