FIGHTING TENACIOUS -
'THE BLACK & WHITE
TURKISH TAFFY GIRL'
If you had anything then, you had a nickel.
Splitting the splat of the Turkish Taffy flat,
the point I guess was sharing. The girl's
voice was like iron, something metallic
that grated. Didn't come off right; and
her friend, the Dennis the Menace type,
needed a swipe to the head. It was all like
that then - malicious bicycles and evil
deeds done in the name of good. The
spinning orb above us high, later, was a
distant land's satellite flying. We looked
up and watched : some dribble in a 1957
deep, dark sky, while industry rolled and
everything fell. There wasn't any sense to
cartwheels after that. And Fred Flintstone
and Barney Rubble hadn't yet arrived.
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