the acquittalA Poem by h d e rushin1:07 pm eastern time.
The afternoon O.J. Simpson was acquitted we had lunch behind the engine house on Ryan road.
Ham sandwiches and a loaded potato salad that had sat too long in the sun. Boisterous
was the throng assembled then disassembled. All the blond, slim white girls
in tears. Some being carried, like me, for different reasons to their cars.
dana © 2014 h d e rushinReviews
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