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Summer, poem by Brenda Glasure

Some days I remem­ber, but most­ly the nights. We swal­lowed hard, Ken­tucky bour­bon burn, Cru­dités of pret­zels and Slim Jims and peanuts. We rubbed our eyes against the soft of dusk, bird­song slept, turned crick­ets and bull­frogs, the tight buzz … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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