The needle only skips where the scratches are.
Poetry and Prose
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Rich Men North of Richmond a Work of Creative Genius
by Mary Spearman One of my first jobs was selling records, tapes, and compact discs […]
Poetry and Prose
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The Last Herd
by Mary Stewart Spearman The Last herd standing at the gate Sweetly nourished in their […]
Poetry and Prose
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Sunset
Mary Stewart Spearman When the sun has set on the farmer’s field The hay left […]
