Would This Be Carl Sandburgs Reality of Where I Live
newport, ohio
one man butcher
pizza palace
boozed drunks riding four wheelers or
riding horses through woods on tow path in winter
air filled with burning greens
causing fog to roll down to family owned gas station
yet on the horizon
the sportsman club
gleams with sharp lights as
shooters aim to win
on the other horizon
congregation singing every sat. night
and sunday morning
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