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mule minded

Mule minded  Plough, my mule a furrow in my name  the almond tree blossoms there will  be another furrow  in my name memories collect  spent bullets  in a mass grave  in pursuit of knowledge while yellow flowers at the edge  of a memory  wilts  not robust enough  to plough another furrow  

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