Sunday, August 31, 2014

5856. DUBIOUS FRUITFUL

DUBIOUS FRUITFUL
'Where is it you'd like to be? How far to go?
My mother is the one who kept you going.'
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Now it's miles back for the steel mill where
my father made barrels : the small-stock
staves man, churning his lumber and wood.
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Horse feed and oats in a bucket. 

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