Memory is a dirt dauber's nest
with its small caves; it is the ache of sunset,
the drum of frogs down by the river,
Sue, the beginning spoke to me, the above transcends.
Wornderful lines.
Thanks.
Gary
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Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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