Trout Lake Hotel
The walls don't lack sincerity, here, or be accused of "ordinary," what with the bleached remains of a carbon skull, a yellowing pike head of uncertain girth, adder-like fangs positioned like the Bear Head gasping for the night air one wall over or the old pool table that's seen as many games as ghosts fly by or drinks downed in the penumbra Shooters flaming elixir stars, a shooting gallery of exotica and potent portions - crimson Garter, Pink Panties, the men in this lounge live up to that with cigarettes bullying the air, chortles, one doesn't expect to see southern good ole boys in the North Backwoods with no 'gators or Biloxi Blues but a gallows to good intentions, nonetheless.
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"The walls don't lack sincerity, here,..."
This evocative piece by Paul Cameron Brown, titled "Trout Lake Hotel", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...