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 In Response To A Rumor That The Oldest Whorehouse In Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned by James Wright 
						I will grieve alone,As I strolled alone, years ago, down along
 The Ohio shore.
 I hid in the hobo jungle weeds
 Upstream from the sewer main,
 Pondering, gazing.
 
 I saw, down river,
 At Twenty-third and Water Streets
 By the vinegar works,
 The doors open in early evening.
 Swinging their purses, the women
 Poured down the long street to the river
 And into the river.
 
 I do not know how it was
 They could drown every evening.
 What time near dawn did they climb up the other shore,
 Drying their wings?
 
 For the river at Wheeling, West Virginia,
 Has only two shores:
 The one in hell, the other
 In Bridgeport, Ohio.
 
 And nobody would commit suicide, only
 To find beyond death
 Bridgeport, Ohio.
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