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The Final Harvest

Those drunken nights and barroom fights now seed my fallowed ground Where women spurned and lovers churned rule memory’s lost and found Those wasted days and sleepless years like wine have aged within Fermenting each unwritten page —reharvesting my sins (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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