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a poem by Timothy Gager
Boston to Providence
Wipers shove away warm spring,
but I'll be up all night
in a town that's only good
burning off a hangover
with cocaine, some sad country
song about to unravel
one white line at a time;
the protagonist, tortured
not dead, 'cause that
would halt the verse.
but I'll be up all night
in a town that's only good
burning off a hangover
with cocaine, some sad country
song about to unravel
one white line at a time;
the protagonist, tortured
not dead, 'cause that
would halt the verse.