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All Hallows Eve

A revised earlier poem, somewhat apt for tonight.
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The Patrolman - 50

City Hall rose above, casting him in its monolithic shadow.
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The Patrolman - 49

Mr. Slate propped the booth door open, the phone pressed to his ear.
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The Patrolman - 48

'Well, I ain't paying you twenty cents for twenty minutes,' Carruthers said.
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The Patrolman - 47

June Hartsfield was drying her hair.
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The Patrolman - 46

Elmer V. Jackson caught it on the car radio.
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Rust and Dust 4

The Tink stamped his feet against the cold. Lit a Woodbine. A packet of five from his jacket pocket. Smoked the edge off the day and blew it between...
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The Patrolman - 45 (2/2)

Lacey extended an arm and gently pushed Hartsfield aside, clearing the line of fire.
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The Patrolman - 45 (1/2)

'Look away,' Lacey said, drawing his pistol.