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Still wet with dewthe Earththat draws the living from the dead now cradles newborn fawnplays the part of grassy bed The sunaway since yesterdaysurges through the meadow brings a thousand shades of greendrapes the fawn in hunter’s shadow Posed for deaththe hunter stands and contemplates the deer His heart criesContinue Reading

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The old man, tired, hungry, sunburned, and sore, pushed himself through the saloon doors, his joints creaking louder than the creaky old hinges. Inside the bar, his feet fell on even creakier floorboards, and he heard the wobbly strains of a honky-tonk piano, even creakier still. He had a headache,Continue Reading