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In the Fold

The walls are four-square grange-hall brown. We sit in folding chairs engineered to hold a body in place. We sit here like the law of possession. Could I wither into a seed so small I’d not be seen? Could I find a plot of soil where I might grow?

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Date: 7/16/2009 8:27:00 AM
Very interesting Free Verse. Puts one to thinking,Taylor. Sara
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