The logging town’s main drag was once
Planks supported on stilts above the mud-
Flats where amongst the taverns and cat-
Houses, drunks could be seen falling
Through rotting boards or over the railings,
While the upright citizenry kept voting
In sheriffs who stood for whores galore
And the inalienable rights of winos delirious
To bite off the heads of snakes at a nickel
A score offered by thrill-seeking urchins
Who kept thirsting for more.
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