I discovered the following lines from an e. e. cummings poem that the editor of the anthology had titled “Snug and Warm Inside McSorley’s”: I was sitting in mcsorley’s. outside it was new york and beautifully snowing. “It’s a bar,” said Lola, my girlfriend in those days. “In New York City.”
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