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  • poetry —``` She passed and had the good word spoken by a hired hand who did not know her who substituted trivia for his ignorance The Depression World War 2 In two score I heard not a word of the war and less of the Depression
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    She was shelled peas, burning twig smell, an envied garden, a smile that had seen the ages and knew their tricks and could laugh at them.

As we slid away I had a vision my corpse in a chapel afraid to show a cross and a stranger at a lecturn playing trivia. ```


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