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Mystical vegtable grower. Lover of the river. Modern day calm Cain returned believer Crop to market man now smiles at each incident of survival While He spreads his land of Bibical space open to the refugee picker Blood letting slaughterman. Clean knife cutter. Coming through flesh SKIN + BONE as if it were his own WOUND Spread Bear hung across the blue air Bent back face-head where wind moves curled fur dares ancient memory to the first sculpture of man while a city witness must scratch his deliberate cheek As if it were swallowed up by the sound Noon. Potatoe Factory lunch break. From the plankings we see F.B.I. all over the farm town street. Granny Lawrence say, "I sure do hope those boys get away." This was their third bank, but one more down the line they killed a cop It was a couples job And when they went to the city It was more of the gossip that got them caught Rainbowed eyed little ladies willful gaze And at no less than ten She beckons YEARS of Living Romantic sun from Gothic moon THERE Anarchist man of land in loam and he sees, that being far enough gone to steal for LOVE is close enough to do it, Children's History Gracefully River dredgemen as 100 Ralt Coon LoMELand truck logger Davy CrocKet runs - off the road Laughs at bumper As he heads for a last go load.