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Near the Boott Mill
cowboy boot sand
drizzles out with
shake shake shake
but what is this
east without west
what is this sad
freedom of carried beaches?
Paul told me his city
is red bricks, mortar
and history
but he would lie to me
if it would make
his art.
when the sun rises
tomorrow I will know
for certain
230 feet of smoke-stack
flipping a finger
at my neighbors
but all I will know
is that even a working class town
can count to one.
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