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Pulp Poem of the Week
Unvarnished Language, Unvarnished Truth
Monday, September 21, 2009
He lay beneath a single white sheet
which still showed creases from the
shelves.
This sheet had not been slept with--
and neither had Halquist.
Gil Brewer
The Bitch
1958
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David Rachels
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