January 5, 2015 |
in Poetry |
1 Yes, we were country, lived in shotgun shacks, where the road loses its way to dirt and live oaks and all along the way ancient cypress, but we’d play deep in the swamp, where Collins...
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Yes, we were country, lived in shotgun
shacks, where the road loses its way
to dirt and live
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…and find inside a picture,
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of Newark the sky must
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Rickety now, unhingin
At last, the extremes
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