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three beeps to pull

distant visions of dancing women giving pause to the loggers reeking of pine wine glasses chink and clinking friends make amends sending bygones to faraway lands bark chips in unkempt beards appear in the florescent glow to show a road map to the mountain crags and snags left for wildlife habitat rabbit foot key chain bangs the leg of a drunkard who flunked out yet runs the equipment of a multimillion dollar outfit no quit in the eyes of men realizing self-worth through rape of the earth taped fingers set chokers snug upon trees laid like rungs up the barren hillside fireside chats about bobcat tracks and the rack on the elk that got away –
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s-lyman-temple
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Mar 2, 2016
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