Thursday, February 22, 2018

Simple Town

The dark gathers here, in her legions...every tree shaken, for the space of an hour. Every dark eye, stares to the sky...to redemption. I've a mind, to give them, for I never heard a sweeter song...than the Grackle!

Amen!


Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

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