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• Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shell
  Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question....
• I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. -- T. S. Eliot, "Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
• Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?
  ... I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas....
• Let Us Open Our Checkbooks and Pray. -- J. Swagga
• Let us live Let us love Let us share the deepest secrets of our souls You first.