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Tag: parents
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calloused bodies/soft souls
Poet: Esme Crillion Miners in a cavecovered in soot, and tearsthat staled upondad’s first lessonabout manhood,are akin to the liverthat takes a beating,which is like the loverthat couldn’t hurt a fly. A ravine run dryof water and gold,requires a manto sift with patience.These cherokee drumsand the sapfrom this old maple,which is just as thin as…