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Pulp Poem of the Week
Unvarnished Language, Unvarnished Truth
Monday, July 28, 2008
Morning sun stripes cell.
Five fingers feel my hard heart.
It hurts, hurts, like hell.
Charles Willeford
Miami Blues
1984
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