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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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