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After Work The shack and a few trees float in the blowing fog I pull out your blouse, warm my cold hands on your ******* you laugh and shudder peeling garlic by the hot iron stove. bring in the axe, the rake, the wood we'll lean on the wall against each other stew simmering on the fire as it grows dark drinking wine.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
Gary Snyder
After Work The shack and a few trees float in the blowing fog I pull out your blouse, warm my cold hands on your ******* you laugh and shudder peeling garlic by the hot iron stove. bring in the axe, the rake, the wood we'll lean on the wall against each other stew simmering on the fire as it grows dark drinking wine.
Just because I like it.
mike-essig
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
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