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The sound of swallows Thrusting diving Whistling My first Childhood home House already then old Even older barn smelled Like livestock of Distant times Fell asleep between walls Soaked in centuries An infant But the house and barn Are gone -I remember- And the swallows With them
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
The Swallows
The sound of swallows Thrusting diving Whistling My first Childhood home House already then old Even older barn smelled Like livestock of Distant times Fell asleep between walls Soaked in centuries An infant But the house and barn Are gone -I remember- And the swallows With them
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
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