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One Man's Trash

I’ve kept plastic doubloons in my pocket

since an Alabama boy pulled them from his rain-stained litter.

The part I liked most about mardi gras was picking prizes from the pavement

while he kicked moon pies into potholes.

I hated my stay in Mobile, but I guess anything can be beautiful

if you write it like a tragedy.

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