THE CLAY MOVES AWRY... AND DEMON HORDES ARE BORN SEAN CALLERY A woman stands at the subway entrance near my office in Manhattan every day. She holds a sign written in black on soiled brown...
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BRENDAN BEHAN The Ignominy of Success SEAN CALLERY The bells of hell Go ting-a-ling-a-ling For you but not for me. O death where is thy Sting-a-ting-a-ling Or grave thy victory? If you...
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