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Guns Under the

"Well, for you.
But we something too."
So my aunt

A bowling alley and lunch
Filled with on their lunch break
From the Electric plant at a slant across the street
And next when So-and-So's men would come in, and the man himself very often

It was under the counter every time
Guns the counter every time
under the counter every time
And on the second floor

often he was there himself
And I, of course, had a small ball as a little girl,
And didn't I up, didn't I grow up to be captain of the Morton girls bowling team? I did!
Though I don't attach much to that now, or then
Then the old Garfield El downtown
And on up to Street
And back to under the counter
under the counter every time
Guns under the
And on the second floor

I never Douglas park
And no one it now
But that's neither nor there
There, or
West of Crawford, it is I stayed
Chicago alliterates
North, and
I in the Ms
But it was on the south side
Dr. Pane and his brother had their doughnut factory
And I it now because

one day
Now I wasn't there, we were in Davenport at that
Some north side Irish bullets came zipping through window
In
stand at a window
And past the
for those men
Who had their guns the counter
And you could smell the cabbage on those bullets
One of them managed to hit a pinsetter in the leg
you know it
But Panagoulis
Dr. Pane
Was to see to it
He took some special blackberry filling right out of his bag
And it to the young man's wound
You see, Dr. Peter was an interesting man
And an even more doctor
As he would use no or remedy that wasn't used in the manufacture
Of his down on 82nd and Kedzie with his brother.
But he tempered by the fact that he would rarely use ingredients
That didn't some medicinal purpose
Or so he

Here in the factory
They confectioner's sugar
So it was caustic
And chocolate so bitter that it could kill
so shiny
It could set back
And so filling,
You didn't stitches
The same special blackberry filling that was applied to the young wound
filling that came straight from Dr. Peter Pane's lunch bag

We were in
With a big downtown
And I once a jackrabbit in the back yard
And I'd walk across the river to Rock Island to school
On a fall day
And I'd up at the sky
And down at the
But Davenport changed its to Hooverville
So to speak, and we had to go to Chicago to in with my aunt