Opulence Lost

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e
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s

Once upon

Kalispell, Montana

 

redwood bars scarce

scored by spurs

shone in saloons,

 

chandeliers

cast brilliants

with open hands—

 

but the wax

and the wane

and again

 

has left

but gleaming steeds.

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