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I'm looking for a poem about the old man going to a liquor store. Some kids was outside making fun of him. I remember him leaving the store with the bottle and some chocolates for the children. Can you help me with that?

"I PAINT TOO. I SOLD A PAINTING TO MY PSYCHIATRIST. THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY DOLLARS. ALL PSYCHIATRISTS ARE SICK, VERY SICK PEOPLE." more 1933 profundity. YOU REMEMBER THAT POEM YOU WROTE ABOUT GOING DOWN TO THE BEACH AND CLIMBING DOWN THE CLIFF TO THE SAND AND SEEING ALL THOSER LOVERS DOWN...

it's called "Love Is A Piece Of Paper Torn To Bits". and I'm digging to understand some of it (reminding you that I have the Portuguese as my native language): "nobody to grab sail... and the N. wester ripped the sheets like toenails and we pitched like crazy" so it was a ship that fucked up...

you guys believe in reincarnation? if you do, where are all this dead writers?