Tuesday, June 13, 2017

9635. NO, MARK TWAIN'S NOT MAD AT ME

NO, MARK TWAIN'S 
NOT MAD AT ME
Even as I was standing outside his townhouse 
on w10th; nothing was going on and his daughter
was gone. The old white-suited devil, I knew,
would be soon strolling by. What should I do,
trip him? Would he even know what my 
camera was? Would he be armed? Did
everyone carry back then? Who's to
know; how do you tell?

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