PoetrySeptember 13, 2016<September 13, 2016 1974: Making Beds at the Days Inn by Marjorie Maddox Fifteen and one serious corner-tucker, frame-duster, every-inch-of-the-toilet scrubber, I rose at 6:00 a.m. and hitched a ride with my older neighbor, just sixteen and…
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