I am,of that immigrant swashwhich washed forthonto the shore,born ofthe Big River. Not quite the lore and roarof the Mississippi,but the hushed and thick brownand mesquité green,the wily horned-toad andthorny
Near the counter, One seat away from a guy named Uncle Sam, I sat in America’s Unconstitutional Grill, Notorious for its discrimination special. Recollections took my psyche traveling Throughout gripped
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