Thursday, June 24, 2021

13,667. ONLY ON

ONLY ON 
Only on my trapezoidal farm
were things like this to happen.
And though we hoped an end
was near, it al seemed endless
and running: A church of rumors
on the whitened hilltop, and  a
general run for the chickens and
hens. Barnyards for the taking.
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I slaved for everything I've ever
owned, and now looking back I'm
amazed at both how little I knew 
and how little I wanted. I just
let people talk; and whatever I
was told, I simply took for 
granted. Freddie Fox. Earl 
Grant. And Joe Ziccardi too.

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