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All over town, the flat-chested trailer brides, there braces and bottle

caps jangle like tambourines. Triangle flags in the car dealer parking lot,

aprons on clotheslines from barbeque restaurants.

I know your mom's got a half pack of cigarettes, one of them's lit and

Somewhere an arrow is flashing directionless over hotels of husbands

and infidels. But I'm in the backyard burning leaves in a barrel for the

prettiest girl in all of the motorcourt

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