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Poem: For The Things That Run Off - Bedlam Farm
Should I start shouting their names, for the things that run off? It has been snowing all night, and the snow has frozen to a crisp, in the bitter cold, the creek has risen and is racing along, over the mossy stones. drowning out my own voice, calling the ones that run off, to hurry […]
Jon Katz