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Thinking aloud
Rural thoughts.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Today
It's a rush.
Run.
Push.
Beg.
Plead.
Make the case.
These are hard times.
People.
Most of them.
Have a harder edge.
Me. Me. Me.
Survive.
Make it out whole.
Soul intact.
Remember the end.
Of this life.
Brings another.
Slow down.
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