The living room clock pounds like - the framers hammer The wood floor becomes an unintelligible - ghost The nostrils of a rail engine sojourner begin - to shriek and moan , Alabama breezes rattle - the chimes , the one o'clock tolling of the town bell , the cries of the whippers , the thrush - and the barn owl Laden , eighteen wheelers thunder down the - rural roads Black and tans implore the Planters moon to - 'move along' , every crawling creature engaged- in buzzing 'night song June bugs tapping the windows , keeping - time in the early morning crescendo ....
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