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There's a hassid in my hallway.
All night, up and down he walks,
on my door he pounds.
I tell him, go way,
let me sleep,
I don't want no aggravation.
On my door he keeps pounding,
he shouts at me
questions--from the Kabbala yet!
It's late at night!
Yes? No?
I don't know. Why me?
All night he shleps up and down.
A crazy man!
groaning, belching, yelling.
What's he yelling?
There's a hassid in my hallway.
With his fur hat, he keeps walking,
and the black coat it drags in
the dust in the hallway.
Rosh Hashana,
September 22, 1979