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Granvill Wesley Clarke

Duck Eggs Granville Wesley Clarke May 14, 1921, ====July 19, 2011 The late Cracker or Perry A golden heart stop beating at sunset July 19, 2011 Today my memory is a large duck egg Yes, that large duck egg, you got from the Chicken coop, so that I could have it for breakfast” If you haven’t tried ducks, eggs it's time to become a tester. There will be no funeral today, Only memories of the people we love I remember the tall trees, in which you Climbed in order to cut the branches that block the view And the wind that cool our roof top I remember our morning strolled in big gully In which we would go and pick green lemons I with my small paint bucket, you with your big brown onion bag with our findings you would fill it to the top, My small paint bucket I also filled it up to the top: With my doo rag tied so tight around my head I sweat bullets my brother old pants protected my skinny legs from the bugs There we were strolling through the woods Almonds, I sucked the juices, and hammer the nuts with a rock As you cut down trees, to finish your pig pen, There will no funeral today, or weeping Just good old memories, about the dead Rest in peace, with the angels, Until we meet again,

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Date: 12/27/2021 4:49:00 AM
Wow! This is not good poetry...this is great poetry! You get a favorite for this outstanding work. Such vivid and heartfelt imagery. A sensitivity far beyond many works that I able to write myself. Splendid work. Blessings!
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