Deck, slathered with tobacco juice,
Pelted with squirts of spat-out soup.
My sad heart snivels on the poop
Deck at the . . .
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Links:
[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/digital-books-17/v17/digital edition/Complete Digital Version of -/Able Muse, Print Edition (Number 17), Summer 2014