from the Turf Club bookies in Portland post-
depression all through the war he ran
books from a box of frozen blueberries
in the basement Grandma divorced him for gambling
away the family home some-
how he won her back: Jackpot
Fast Eddie draws his line in
the Nevada desert calls upon the general
Postmaster slowly makes his way up from Battle Creek
A million dollar diamond ring stolen by gunpoint in the rear
of a pink Lincoln convertible overloaded with cash and coin and
his new ethics of thievery: The house
always wins with a charming smile
and a touch of class anything goes
and nobody seems to care when
another Protestant vigilante with pencil-line mustache
segregates a housing complex thought
no one should notice all the dark skin out back
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| From gramps |
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| From gramps |
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