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By Jack Joseph Smith
Also Ran
Me old and falling down
Her the finest of brown
There I am drunk and young
both being bull shit'
All along the watch tower
and around the bar room rail
Each black eye that I saw
lose
had been good to my ease-of one
She was so smooth
And I would look up
to think I was the same
Her skin matched mine
Except for so much youth
No wind in the cavern
Still as dust
Reaching for a negro song
Rejecting Rap