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Monday, November 15, 2010
In the Kitchen Garden
Drinking some of the rich wine
Made up for his lapse of reasoning
“Don't do me no good.”
You were anything but troubled
It was a compliment to his skill
The brightest garden I ever did see
The extraordinary nature meant to return
“Well, y'all come down now.”
And he turned and ran
The idea of comprehending where he was
In the kitchen garden caught like a fish
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