meantime, we read in logs
of strangers, roosters, hogs
(in god they trusted.)
in kansas they busted,
deceived by boosters, cogs
in railroad apologues,
by agency mystagogues.
sparse women, maladjusted
lives hellish and dusted.
distance. men loved it, and dogs.
— Philip Kimball
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