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Iron Gut

Iron Gut
by Gary Carter

They call him Iron Gut

with his overpowering demeanor
and scruffy beard
under his dark piercing eyes

I  think he was in the war or got shot in the stomach or something

He just sits upright on his porch
in his dark wooden chair
with a blank stare

And still to this day I wonder why

they call him Iron Gut

 

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