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NIGHT ON THE TOWN IN TROUT RIVER: FOR DANNY That night when we came down from the gulch, And you were laughing at the girls left behind, I was silent because I couldn't remember her name. She smiled, talked, smoked, French-necked and Even laughed a lot, but, I couldn't remember her name. So when we slid into Birchy Head, slewed Onto the main road and headed home, you Were still laughing, your beer breath Frosting the windshield; your fly open.