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Pulp Poem of the Week
Unvarnished Language, Unvarnished Truth
Monday, May 11, 2009
He cursed us in a low,
steady, monotonous voice,
ripping his words
off back-alley fences,
off privy walls.
Robert Bloch
Spiderweb
1954
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