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Nothing in this alley to crow about—backboard and bent hoop leans against an old refrigerator. Over at   McMillin’s place bags of garbage pile atop a turquoise Chrysler.   I’d give the family a pick and shovel   if they bury their old basset after it dies; it’ll probably keel, the first cold day of 2017.   My boots like this alley even if my eyes don’t, it hasn’t seen a snowplow this winter and, why should it?
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC
Walk down alley before Christmas
Nothing in this alley to crow about—backboard and bent hoop leans against an old refrigerator. Over at   McMillin’s place bags of garbage pile atop a turquoise Chrysler.   I’d give the family a pick and shovel   if they bury their old basset after it dies; it’ll probably keel, the first cold day of 2017.   My boots like this alley even if my eyes don’t, it hasn’t seen a snowplow this winter and, why should it?
doug-potter
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC
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