Jack London and O. Henry
BOTH were jailbirds; no speechmakers at all; speaking best with one foot on a brass rail; a beer glass in the left hand and the right hand employed for gestures.
And both were lights snuffed out… no warning… no lingering:
Who knew the hearts of these boozefighters?
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