Christy Ward


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(Lights up on SR.) 

SUB ANN:  Hey, I know these flowers.  (Singing) Mary, Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow.  I don't know.  You'd think they would all be dead by now.  Maybe I'll put in a trout stream or a trailer park.  Something that sparkles.  One hundred synchronized swimming bullhead trout.  The sun dancing off the handcrafted glitter puffpaint sweatshirts of a legion of white trash mothers and the silver teeth of their sugar water in a bottle babies.  I don't know, something like that. 

(Black out.)

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