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I'm a sinner, ring my bell.
"But things just get so crazy even life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I’m calling out to you
Singing someday it’ll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you”
Down in the dusking town, Mae Rose Cottage, still lying in clover, listens to the nannygoats chew, draws circles of lipstick round her nipples. I’m fast. I’m a bad lot. God will strike me dead. I’m seventeen. I’ll go to hell, she tells the goats. You just wait. I’ll sin till I blow up! She lies deep, waiting for the worst to happen; the goats champ and sneer. [Under Milk Wood; Dylan Thomas]