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Feb 2013
Calcium bricks stink spilled
gossip,
broken others granddad forgot
to mend when he fertilized the azalea bushes.

The mummified Southerner could ****
in the wind. And be happy. And be quiet.

                      Much like the blind man
staring out the window into the murky water,
                "Mock me
and all your flowers will never bloom."
      My granddad would say
                                till the day he became
                                the dirt beneath the stone.
Joseph S C Pope
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Joseph S C Pope  Myrtle Beach, SC
(Myrtle Beach, SC)   
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