NO, YOU'VE NEVER MISSED
(Some king of crinoline slip, some kind of ivy)
OK, brother, then, things I know nothing about :
let's start there. The way the faded peak you erected
twenty-years ago still stands over Dad's old barn;
the farmstead, yes, that lingers. In this old country,
good fiction is no fiction at all. Everything's true,
if you want it to be. Cows moo while hawks fly
overhead and a few dogs are always baying.
No one ever talks, any more, about speed-reading.
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