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our supper done, we wander, to delight us,through darkened ways to where the silver light is:Parkers Korner bar, where pocket billiardslures me in, despite my damn bursitis.
the jukebox plays, Sierra dances, Mara reads,my smile is like a lion in the weeds(Sierra, sitting, spills her M & M's);I run the table, eight enchanting deeds
for 50¢. now Myron racks the gaudyballs, & runs em. even. (& in bawdyinnocence my family dance their strawswhile Mickey Gilly roars about "Miss Clawdy").
Peewee asks us if we want more beer& brandy. "Gotta go." our family cheerdoth crystallize. we glide the alleys brightwith broken glass, get home & sleep is here.
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