Monday, February 4, 2019

I know she coming back.

Susan.
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  • Thomas Williams "So I gouged out a grave a few feet deep,
    And therein Earth's arms, I laid her to sleep;
    And there she is lying, and no one knows;
    And the summer shines and the winter winds blow;
    casting pebbles of flowers over her head
    And the little gray hawk hangs aloft in the air,
    And the sly coyote trots here and there,
    And the black snake glides and glitters and slides
    Into a rift in a cottonwood tree;
    And the Eagle sails on,
    And comes and is gone,
    standing still like a ship at sea.
    And you wonder why I do not care
    For the things that are like the things that were.
    Because my heart lies buried there
    In Texas, down by the Rio Grande?" by Frank Desprez
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