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The Shooting Of John Dillinger Outside The Biograph Theater, July 22, 1934

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Chicago ran a fever of a hundred and one that groggy Sunday.
A reporter fried an egg on a sidewalk; the air looked shaky.
And a hundred thousand people were in the lake like shirts in
a laundry.
Why was Johnny lonely?
Not because two dozen solid citizens, heat-struck, had keeled
over backward.
Not because those lawful souls had fallen out of their sockets
and melted.
But because the sun went down like a lump in a furnace or a

bull in the Stockyards.
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Susan Williams 27 November 2015

Now Thatis the way to tell a story either in a novel, a short story, or a newspaper. And it certainly is the way to tell a story in the form of a poem.

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