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Pulp Poem of the Week
Unvarnished Language, Unvarnished Truth
Monday, March 2, 2009
She went along the sidewalk in
the sun
looking like something the censors
had cut out of a sailor's dream.
Charles Williams
A Touch of Death
1954
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