soaping my arms in the revelatory cold again
in the south field, the ruint old mare has foaled again
fasten a blow to some sorry feudal crosseyed cur
mama chiding, weren't but last week you was told again
planting season, tampering with rubyjane's matchhead nipples
don't know what we'll do if her daddy's paroled again
ore nourishes my pick, a thousand lashes
a bloodline marooned on this mineral shoal again
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