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Presbyterial Poems - Poems about Presbyterial


Coon Season
...Your gun was as a beam of light in the house; it split the haze of smoke and childhood, scored the jaw of the ceiling into its rows of endless caries festered with the slightest grains of suga......

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Categories: presbyterial, father, introspection, nostalgia,
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Book: Reflection on the Important Things