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May 2015
In Morris the goats next door are braying
Hello! Hello!
As I ****** through the underbrush, legs tangled among weeds, hearing
Intonations of the beast, perhaps just a sound but it seemed to me to be:
Goodnight! Goodnight!
Said the goats blight
I see you! I hear you!
Come away from the night.
Lindy
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Lindy  Alabama
(Alabama)   
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   Cecil Miller
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