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      It’s where an asylum was built to hold the mad and slightly mad among us

On my nightly neighborhood walk a stranger approached me

near the corner of Bedford and Quarry.

He seemed overly distraught, but otherwise non-threatening.

He asked: “Do you agree that Brahms belongs with Beethoven and Bach

as a member of the so-called "Three B’s”?

––Well, as a matter of fact I don’t, but who’d I replace Brahms with, having

a last name beginning in “B” who’d even begin to fit within a triumvirate

containing Beethoven and Bach?

I advised the stranger: “Listen, pal, you gotta let this go or it’ll drive you straight to Taunton”.

He latched onto my arm with an ancient mariner’s weathered hand bemoaning:

“What the hell’s in Taunton”?