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Nov 2013
Enupuph to throw away scores of iron shirts.
How heavy do you think a cord of wood
Weighs.  Its exausting and pointless to be
Acurate when time cost more then dollars.
The head that hides me never alters the
Way something alive has to die.  Even
Pine bleeds like pulp juice from the new sharp ax.
All around my neihborhood im being
Looked at by the trees when the wedge cracks through
Why am I splitting through the years of storms.
I hate hearing how alive my tree is.
The pines point of view is much higher then mine.
Jack Dalton
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Jack Dalton  Roy Y
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