Suddenly-tufted monostich

All around it           palm trees

grew up,   fifty, sixty       feet tall,

suddenly     t u f t e d

at the top.

[-- Horace McCoy, They Shoot Horses, Don’t They (1935) ]

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~  Posthumous Endorsement ~

"If I was alive today, and hankering for a noir,

this is what I'd be reading: "

I Don't Do Divorce Cases

Murphy on the Mount.

(My name is McCoy,

and I approved this message.)

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