Pulp poems, book reviews, and other tidbits from the noirboiled world
Monday, October 11, 2010
Pulp Poem of the Week
If there was a million dollars lying in the bottom of a shallow dishpan of water, I would sure as blazes slip and fall on my face and drown trying to get it.
A: Excellent. I intend to read it again. B: Good. I might read it again. C: So-so. I didn't mind reading it. D: Bad. I resented reading it. F: Atrocious. I finished it only because I'm compulsive that way.
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