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June 2008 / Volume Eight / Issue Two | |||||||||
William Taylor Jr. | |||||||||
Strewn About the Days The sirens don't stop on a hot and empty August afternoon as people lean against the walls of liquor stores waiting for the day to bring them something the bar at Jones and Ellis is the closest I can find to nowhere I play the jukebox while outside people walk with studied purpose to studied destinations I choose my songs and wonder how it was I was born into their world all these hours strewn about the days none of which I can seem to hold or make use of an angry child still dreaming of the day when he'll grow up to be something more than ugly. |
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