IN THE BITTERROOTS
There's no high tide nor semblance
there: tarnished accolades like the
lame crowd makes.
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Goal! Touchdown! Home Run!
The batter goes into the over 'til
done? But no, that can't be.
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I was talking to the stevedore
alongside his old Lincoln. I said
'What'dya drive that for anyway?'
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He looked me over, and said, 'only
deal with Presidents; both money
and cars.'
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Outside the Rialto, a Chevy pulled
up. Six kids got out; to go see
'Abe Lincoln In Illinois.'
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