“The Damnedest Finest Ruins”
“The Damnedest Finest Ruins”A poem by Laurence Harris, 1906 Put me somewhere west of East Street, where there’s nothing left but dust,And the boys are all a-hustling and everything’s gone bust;Where all the buildings standing there sort o’ blink and blindly stareAt the damndest finest ruins ever gazed on anywhere!… Continue reading
