Muddler Poems - Poems about Muddler

...They gather where the signs hang crooked, under gaslight glare and broken clocks, where the barkeep’s eyes are twin shot glasses— fogged, but watching. Gin Lane rolls in on tired boots, her la......

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...What can be told about rumors that grow, Of truths now sold and bushes that rove, Time is best spent justifying means, For this is the game or so it seems, Of muddlers and meddlers for truths o......

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