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Apr 2019
Constant as the fiddle’s hum,
we’ve done it all together, except run.
Fifty years in Appalachia,
we’re cracked leather, aged wine.
My home: the deepening
of our old love and Langer’s lines.
Written by
Allison  29/F/Durham, NC
(29/F/Durham, NC)   
   Fix, Jim Musics and PoetryJournal
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