American Sentence LXXXIX
Cowboy lingers in the scent of old brass and iron plumbing, rolls a smoke.
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Cowboy lingers in the scent of old brass and iron plumbing, rolls a smoke.
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I can almost smell the metal myself with this one.
I love this. I can hear him marauding in my walls now, or at least just groping through sagging studs for what Aaron Copeland promised him plain as a dribbling spigot.
This has that train-cadence. Love “old brass and iron plumbing,”