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Down Home (Free verse) by <~>

Driving past a sawn-sided shack with red roof running down fast and sloping out like the weather cut it into the hushed green hillside, I think of how warm and yellow the light will spill from the window at twilight when the huge blue deepens down the hollow, and night finally comes on home

horus8 4-Oct-02/1:52 PM
that's like hosing off the <concrete> in my book...my book of 'opening squares' for you.h




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