Poetry
The Road Not Always A Straight Line
I drive into the plains when the moon is full. I find a dirt road.There is a pasture gate with a turn-off where I stop.
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I drive into the plains when the moon is full. I find a dirt road.There is a pasture gate with a turn-off where I stop.
And he took the fire in his hands and the knife–Genesis 22:6 The beasts walk single file, saying hallelujah, eating bones. The woodsmen with their
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