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Polk Street Cinderella

A Polk Street Cinderella sits waiting For a cab that will never come Holding a borrowed black umbrella A suitcase And a stolen gun A picture of a boy reading “to all tomorrow’s parties” Between finger and thumb A crackerjack ring, a toy car of tin And a promise of things That won’t ever be […]

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Smooth Stoned

Big fish, tall tales: Moose rides the Captain’s trails Crow flies – left to right Hope he has a safe flight tonight And oh no, I don’t belong here anyhow I don’t belong here anyhow. Herd stares, Cherry pie Dairy cow works on a fly Smooth stone in my pocket Your hair in a golden […]

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