SUCH STUCCO
Such stucco in the light of day can
drive me crazy - the semblance of
a pueblo glow on the lowly and
sandy hills. I see nothing but gold
and God - and I am so tired of
my fellow man. The tinker-man
talks, and he uses his geography
to grapple with the ground. Dirt
comes forth from dirt - old dusty
chunks of planetary matter. Too
small, all that, too small. I hold a
a minimum of doubt, and
let it go at that.
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