I didn't know Louie Miller, but I heard he was a very caring man. I knew the rest, though.
I knew them all. I loved them all. I had them all, when they were alive--dreaming, scheming, and ambitious.
Jenny Diver was a seamstress and was always plucking off the buttons of my fly. What fun! Sukey Tawdry had a lisp, but it never got in the way, if you know what I mean. Lotte Lenya was very witty and acerbic, until you got her alone, when she would become half-witty and half-acerbic. I did that. I got her alone.
And then there was ol' Lucy Brown. Lucile (MacHeath Smith McGuire Wilbert) Brown. All of those husbands, all of those heartbreaks. I always knew one of 'em would get her.
So, Lucy, I get. But why the others? I knew them all. I loved them all. I had them all. I'd give a threepenny to know why.
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Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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