Marysville*
A Poem
Last updated 11/10/2020 at 4:57pm
I wonder if Tommy jinxed it when he named it
After a woman, for all it might forebode.
He should’ve named it Cruseville, for himself,
Who opened a vein, and found the mother lode.
“Just like a woman, ain’t it?” the old men grouched.
Despite the gifts she gave, despite our labors,
She dried up just like Silver Creek in summer,
And now she is withholding all her favors.
*Marysville is...
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