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Updated: Mar 1, 2022

Ovis held a stately downtown business

and he took on debt to protect his nest

Reginald Quarter’s my name, if you’d like

if you seek the counter, I rip the feit

breaching the law found Ovis behind bars

bleaching their blood from the dry drapery

Henderson, north lies our getaway car

Quarter tails the foliate to spot Avery

Ovis the great proclaims his final wish

clock’s gone purple, I am less than a cent

Henderson steps up to line, one last dish

take a rest, the thrill was not enough rent

signs became like eyes on black boulevards

leaves falling from the money tree like cards

(Written October 2020)

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