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Greenfield Village Henry Ford looms large The length of River Rouge Lower and Middle and Upper and Rouge River proper Abraded by scars Mouth cankered and scowling Zug Island wrenched To a permanent sneer behind The kid gloved hand of his beloved Fairlane Wandering Potemkin near the end Head an empty lot webbed In figure eights of snowy plaque. We walked down the lane From Firestone Farm Past stubble field Late one winter afternoon Searching for the rope swing In the old chestnut tree Ordered hung there perhaps By the old man himself. I raced twilight Edges dissolving Sent you higher and higher Prayed you would catch a glimpse Of abiding light that silvers The edge the world.
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
Greenfield Village
Greenfield Village Henry Ford looms large The length of River Rouge Lower and Middle and Upper and Rouge River proper Abraded by scars Mouth cankered and scowling Zug Island wrenched To a permanent sneer behind The kid gloved hand of his beloved Fairlane Wandering Potemkin near the end Head an empty lot webbed In figure eights of snowy plaque. We walked down the lane From Firestone Farm Past stubble field Late one winter afternoon Searching for the rope swing In the old chestnut tree Ordered hung there perhaps By the old man himself. I raced twilight Edges dissolving Sent you higher and higher Prayed you would catch a glimpse Of abiding light that silvers The edge the world.
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
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