I Am From Canning Jars
I am from canning jars, bare feet, and Gibson Guitars I am from steep ridges, dark hollers, and burned bridges I am from Irises, Peonies, and Day-lilies     From fresh mown hay, Dogwoods, and red clay I am from pulpwood cutters, truck drivers,      and homemade butter  I am from full hearts, empty pockets and [...]
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