Winter 1954 • Vol. XVI No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 1954 |

Belief

Said, Pull her up a bit will you, Mac, I want to unload there. Said, Pull her up my rear end, first come first serve. Said, Give her the gun, bud, he needs a taste of his own bumper. Then the usher came out and got into the act: Said, Pull her up, pull her up a bit, we need this space, sir, Said, For God's sake, is this still a free country or what? Said, You go back and take care of Gary Cooper's horse And leave me handle my own car. Saw them unloading the lame old lady, Ducked out under the wheel and gave her an elbow, Said, All you needed to do was just explain; Reason, Reason is my middle name.

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Said, Pull her up a bit will you, Mac, I want to unload there. Said, Pull her up my rear end, first come first serve. Said, Give her the gun, […]

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