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Fields of Stone These roads that wind to no end dark angry clouds full of rain again dry stalks of grass and where ragged trees are grown like broken and weary souls in their fields of stone. TEA BV 1996 |
Additional Notes:
this was an intro for my book of poetry I home published in 1996
several still own copies..they were given as gifts..requested in that year.
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