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Boots

Published by Rooster on January 7, 2011

I intersect her path On our way to work. She’s on the train before I board We leave together Take the Metro She’s still riding as I leave. She has…

till

Published by Rooster on January 1, 2011

Till! I till until it seems the soil should boil with my toil. Hoe! I hoe each row in hopes my seeds will grow! Sow! I sow the seeds of…

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Boots

till