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{more from the imaginary slide rule of my mother's notebook} barton d. smock *** the wolf *** I was told differently more gently than the others by a shepherdess in sheep’s clothing. *** church *** the windows of my pastor’s home I thought them spotless his wife brought me lemonade and washrags then sat with him inside *** fellowship *** with its call for nodding and bowing with its response of unison one might think we agree- I don’t ask whose home has the tornado taken- I know. *** lesson *** in all things be them trial be them tribulation be your mother- a shadow of your current self. |
