Monday, June 17, 2013

4478. FAYETTEVILLE

FAYETTEVLLE
I went home through Arkansas, where the
boys were still playing baseball in the field.
I knew right away I was there : butterflies
and blossoms, lemonade and girls. And
damn it all if I wasn't correct : they'd
raised all the taxes, but they hadn't
changed a god-damned thing at all.

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