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Nobody
Nobody else
but me —
They can't copy it
XVIII
The pure products of America
go crazy —
mountain folk from Kentucky
or the ribbed north end of
Jersey
with its isolate lakes and
valleys, its deaf-mutes, thieves
old names
and promiscuity between
devil-may-care men who have taken
to railroading
out of sheer lust of adventure —
and young slatterns, bathed
in filth
from Monday to Saturday
