MARK TWAIN SUNA Poem by Mockingbirdsittin' on the hood playin' crazy eights sidwalks a-steamin' under a Mark Twain sun. white-buckled clogs over mottled toe nails a scabbed knee and legs a-swingin' Wolf Man Jack spinnin' on the d-battery radio puffin' on a cigarette bubblegum with berry stained fingers. laundromat kid comes out with a big red basin dumpin' water over the crazy eighters. there they go again squealin' and chasin' soaked and laughin' breathless and runnin' under a Mark Twain sun. © 2013 MockingbirdReviews
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