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Monday, July 4, 2016
Incorporated
We loved the town but could not
find it underneath all that fur.
It was said to be two blocks away
past the liquor store and just by
the lockers. I knew where it was
in my heart. Those spaces between
buildings too narrow for anyone
or anything else but splinters
of lumber and tar paper scraps.
The town briefly visited during
parades over too soon with too
much military dominating Main.
Kids tolerating the wait
dressed as pioneers and Okies
planning their own future killings
in line for free ice cream.
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