We enter Joliet, Illinois, and see this beautiful closed prison. It
reminds me of Attica, where I taught a few classes while living in
Buffalo.
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"After Long Gone" at One Sentence Poems
The first of three one-sentence ghost bike poems appearing this week at One Sentence Poems. After Long Gone

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You can see my house from there! Actually, my mom grew up on the bluff right above the prison yard. Remember if you see any cops, be sure to act natural.
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