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Flood Land, East Kentucky (Free verse) by zodiac

Beneath the house, old bottles that the river brung, white horse's skull, some Yankee coins, a rusty bike. When Noah cut his hand on it I lay with him, my darling boy, in his room with the junk he'd found: the glass was medicine, the coins were for his eyes, all this from in the house, but it was not of us.

amanda_dcosta 13-Sep-06/3:09 AM
Hey, hey zodiac. Good to see you back. PR's been missing you.




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