Monday, May 29, 2017

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I don't belong in this century—who does?
In my time, summer came someplace in June—
The cutbanks blazing with roses, the birds brazen, and the astonished
Pastures frisking with young calves . . .
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Thomas McGrath

Thomas McGrath

North Dakota / United States
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