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Crew Quarters...         (When I was a-serving of their majesties Brown and Root) Rows of racks under aquarium lights And scattered paperbacks: Louis L’Amour Bravo Company battlefield yarns, (love)-books About blonde hot rod babes with really big (pretties) The crew, all older than I, were better books: Mechanics, enginemen, crane operators Welders, riggers, radiomen, divers Draftsmen for the “as built” modifications The cook was a nervous man from New Jersey He looked over his shoulder and dropped things
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Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
Crew Quarters and the Mafia
Crew Quarters...         (When I was a-serving of their majesties Brown and Root) Rows of racks under aquarium lights And scattered paperbacks: Louis L’Amour Bravo Company battlefield yarns, (love)-books About blonde hot rod babes with really big (pretties) The crew, all older than I, were better books: Mechanics, enginemen, crane operators Welders, riggers, radiomen, divers Draftsmen for the “as built” modifications The cook was a nervous man from New Jersey He looked over his shoulder and dropped things
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel. Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON’T FORGET YOUR SHOES AND GRAPES, COFFEE AND A DEAD ALLIGATOR TO GO, and DISPATCHES FROM THE COLONIAL OFFICE.
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Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
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