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Post by stephengodfrey on Jul 25, 2011 16:23:07 GMT -5
A landmark to history, "the Wolverine," as we called it, Has weathered time and tragedy.
The neon sign in the window of the "Greasy Spoon," commands Attention during opening time.
The booths line the side of the Wall, with stools around the counter.
They are upholstered in red vinyl And are rough, faded and torn.
The isle way tile is worn And is a dingy color, almost black.
Old pictures from different eras Dot the walls. Lime green Is the shade, with smudged Dirt, and fingerprints impaled.
The waitress is tired, but Always smiling. The food Is Short-Ordered and greasy; Cheap price, and good conversation. The Wolvering is king of the "Greasy Spoons" on Michigan Avenue.
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Post by Raymond Neely on Jul 25, 2011 21:17:19 GMT -5
Very neat. You document a real place and have good pics of the poem.
RN
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