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My Life In The Bushel Of Hay Seeds
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Blind Dirt
The Blues man sits poised. No, that's not true. A woman wakes in the night and carves a pumpkin. It is Spring and the pumpkin is frozen like so many tears on a ghost's face.
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