And as he keeps washing
& blowing his poor nose
And waiting for death
to make V-repose
Out of hands he now rubs with
the towel of More.
Coffee cup’s a-covered
Friend does the Sneeze
Death’ll overcome him
in Some Fleece of Sleep
Nirvana is Snowing
Right down on his head
Everything’s all right
In Heaven in High
Inside this blue bottle
us flies rage & wait
But outside is the Rosy
of Purple O Gate
O J O
155th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2011
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