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One Cold Night in Cincinnati in 1982

Sliding a-

way, making room for

giant, dark

buildings with

false fronts, reaching and pulling

teeth and hair.

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This entry was posted on April 14, 2017, 4:59 am and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by clinock on April 14, 2017 - 6:16 am

    My father told me that whatever I did I should never make “room for giant, dark buildings with false fronts…”

    Reply

    • #2 by Carl on April 15, 2017 - 6:11 am

      Guaranteed he spent one night in Cincinnati with an ex-girlfriend!

      Reply

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