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Vol. 10, No. 1: Spring 2004

Mill Village and The Stretch-Out

by Ron Rash

“I was only seventeen, a girl / who still could trust a suit and smile.”

Mill Village

Mill houses lined both sides of every road
like boxcars on a track. They were so close
a man could piss off of his own front porch,
hit four houses if he had the wind.

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