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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