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Lovelock, poem by Michael N. Thompson
The gulley behind the bowling alley is a graveyard of rusted bicycle frames, soda pop bottles and busted kites Refinery boys march with matching lunch pails and the chagrin worn is as plain as day Most of them knocked up the girls they knew from … Continue reading