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Have a Good One let me swim in the grease I love Have a Good One A vow’s form like hills echo-ed that cheer you may succumb to shortly Have a Good One We refused to enter Tompkins Square Park by 1986 though we were always told by the grumpier neighbors who thought our wiffle balls would break their windows the park was where we were supposed to be. The park wasn’t for us, and we knew that. And you couldn’t play wiffle ball in the park – you needed stories to hit against. We didn’t mind that the park was fucked up but we weren’t going there. Then those neighbors made us move up to the corner of St. Mark’s and First Avenue. The site was okay, but then all these dealers appeared and wanted to get just one swing which of course turned into a million. 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