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May 2018
we opened the door, closed a while and found the old nails

ancient rusty loved them kept them for the ages

who else will like rusty nails?

well

he did those huge hand made ones from the garden



it has been a long time coming

it lasted many years now is gone

all of it

all the straight ideals and weathered work.

who will come laughing now   who else loves rusted nails  & reddened eyes?

plans change

partially due to the weather

state of the roads



is that blood on the towel dear

or is it rust?
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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