POSTERIOR HELPMATES
I gathered the paint and made
the stucco. Ready to slather of
coat of that on : some peel-point
old concrete shed. It always
seems there, so damp and so
forlorn. Who can I talk to when
you're gone? No one needs an
acre, no one needs ten cows;
no one even needs five thousand
two hundred and eighty feet.
If my father was still alive he'd
be helping out - but always
wanting more. He'd want that
acre like he'd want that mile.
(I'm just like him, in all but
style?).....
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