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Joplin, poem by Michael Thompson

Once the war end­ed, there wasn’t any­thing else to do except play the hors­es and hoist a few pints at Tin­horn Flats where the sticky sur­face of no-pest strips hang­ing behind the bar are caked with flies Wait­ing on long shot lives to come in, those who take … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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