Huck and Tom laid ambush on what they hoped would be a bunch of Arabs or Spainards, but was really a primer Sunday School Class. All they could find was a hymnal, some jam, and a rag doll:
Poetic Impression: Baku
Huck is a perfect "sap-head",
low down, in the muck,
When I was a kid and I would read too many Louis L'Amour books; my bike would become a horse, my brother was an injun, and I was a scout looking for reds. The make believe world became more real than the real world I was a part of.
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