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The front page news hit home! Thirteen dead in a gambling pen... A dead bell hounds those rain soaked back streets bullits smash soot blind windows and the smell of blood makes you sick... White light of the camera eye spinning red  globes An attendant shacks his head"How do you rationalize this mess" "Just bag up the rest" A child whimpers. "Hush, Little flower, it is just death's long shadow way down in Chinatown."
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Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 5:26 PM UTC
Chinatown massacre...
The front page news hit home! Thirteen dead in a gambling pen... A dead bell hounds those rain soaked back streets bullits smash soot blind windows and the smell of blood makes you sick... White light of the camera eye spinning red  globes An attendant shacks his head"How do you rationalize this mess" "Just bag up the rest" A child whimpers. "Hush, Little flower, it is just death's long shadow way down in Chinatown."
KM COLBY @ 1986
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Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 5:26 PM UTC
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