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the boys will pick up sticks down by the river bank and bury themselves in swampy soil and inch thick ***** mags from before they were twinkles or considerations and their fathers ignore their quick wits and charms--let their curiousity coil around the garden stakes till it chokes the tomatoes and lays itself across the blushing rhubarb that mama worked so hard to cultivate. Papas, why didn't you chop down those trees or tame the stinging nettle, the roof is riddled with bullet holes and the rifle in the attic is still warm still vibrating on the shelf, buried in moss, in wisteria dropping in and growing up the sides-- she can make a man more beautiful but still hide a broken a home you had a chance to guide your sons you had a chance.
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
Blushing Rhubarb, Sweeping Vines.
the boys will pick up sticks down by the river bank and bury themselves in swampy soil and inch thick ***** mags from before they were twinkles or considerations and their fathers ignore their quick wits and charms--let their curiousity coil around the garden stakes till it chokes the tomatoes and lays itself across the blushing rhubarb that mama worked so hard to cultivate. Papas, why didn't you chop down those trees or tame the stinging nettle, the roof is riddled with bullet holes and the rifle in the attic is still warm still vibrating on the shelf, buried in moss, in wisteria dropping in and growing up the sides-- she can make a man more beautiful but still hide a broken a home you had a chance to guide your sons you had a chance.
(c) Brooke Otto 2016 started this about two months ago. it's not really finished.
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
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