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Stella D'oro

I didn't even know if they still existed. I remember having dinner long ago with some people who lived in the Bronx, across from the Stella D'oro bakery. So much better smelling than when I lived near the paper mill in Bucksport, Maine. I stayed with some folks in Homestead, Florida, near a fertilizer factory; didn't bother me. I was in love with one of the guys but now I don't remember who. I had a job in a polyurethane factory in Boulder; the train went by a foot from the backyard; I had to drop everything & watch it go by, every day. In the East Village, I smell a little mown grass, while I eat a Swiss Fudge cookie.
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