Wuxtry

Then outside my humble dwelling / Comes a strident brazen call, / "Wuxtry, Wuxtry!" / hear the yell, / "Two more churches shot to hell!"

When I got to the corner, I heard the boy calling "Wuxtry". He was walking slowly down the side street, pausing to hand out papers to people who came out of their houses.

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