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I consider myself a two-by-four
In the under-pinning of things
No valiant soldier I
Just and angel without a
Connecting souls together,
Between generations as best I can,
Proud to have my feet on the ground
And feel like a mort
This thing called life, I have,
And waste it, I must not,
But to be human; and all that entails,
I grow from my home, this very spot.
© Donald Fitch, 1998
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A basic book with gray index cover and opaque white
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44 pages.
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