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Apr 2016
been pecking the pole since the forties

we think,

how delightful.

yet it must be changed and moved

in case it falls down, what would we

do then?  he asked.

i decided not to think about that, and

rejoice in the creosote

of the new thing.

may be the woodpecker will


Sonja Benskin Mesher
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