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The Hollywood |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569
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Slate gray skies, bare trees and sharp winds The old yellow brick bar smells of peanuts on the floor and stale beer Echoes of laughter make their way through the years men gather to trade war stories, and fishing tales, and argue who to vote for Anything to validate their addiction and lend comradery Behind the bottles, in the mirror, there they are looking back Sons of Slovaks and Germans and Italians and Greeks and Irish A Pennsylvania blend of mill workers and farmers and carpenters and bakers The old wooden phone booth in the corner holds all of the lies told to wives and girlfriends Round glass windows let in deco sunshine back in their day |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Very thought provoking write  |
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