Dwight W. Dunning
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A fall poem: Columbus’ Discovery
My woodpile ain’t pretty, bent, forked, not sawn square short, long, fat and gnarly like an old wizard’s hair. Stacked cut colors aren’t even ends dapple the…
My woodpile ain’t pretty, bent, forked, not sawn square short, long, fat and gnarly like an old wizard’s hair. Stacked cut colors aren’t even ends dapple the…