Noirboiled Notes
Pulp poems, book reviews, and other tidbits from the noirboiled world
Monday, May 25, 2009
Pulp Poem of the Week
"Don't move," he said,
in a voice that was
forty percent gravel and
sixty percent inert materials.
Donald E. Westlake
Somebody Owes Me Money
1969
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