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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

James R. Brown

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St James Drinks, Is Jailed

St. James drinks, is jailed, now waits,
Racked and barred and printed,
Ink stunned. Sobering up.

The huskal's no funhouse, though,
As at a fair, all here shout,
Nightless in fluorescence.

Think of those who hung with Christ,
Crossed out, bodies swelling blue.
But one was saved.

Fateful Jane drives down with bail.
Savannah streets, beautiful at dawn.
One, he thinks, was saved.