a long drifting cry
roasted sweet potato man
in the dark city



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  1. Youngest niece took half my sweet potatoes to her vegetarian hearth. This March I will have more than the one main vine planted…the just-one before more an experiment. Now, go, please, and record for me the long drifting cry. Far and Whee? I hear Edward Estlin all a-chortle, Bruce.

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