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I DIG A PYGMY
by Charles Hawtrey and the Deaf Aids

PHASE ONE
In Which Doris Gets Her Oats

DORIS.                                                I keep crawling and crawling and crying and
                                                hoping but the things I once had never return.

PHASE TWO
In Which The Warmth Felt Inside Of All Is Lost By Mister Stanley

MR. STANLEY.                                                Why am I so alone, Mother?

DORIS.                                                In August I went away
                                                To find myself.

MR. STANLEY.                                                Amok!

HIS HORSE.                                                Neigh!

MR. STANLEY.                                                These are years of sadness.


THE END
THE NIPPLES OF MOTHER HOPE HAVE RUN DRY