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I can feel the rhythm of the deep South and the banjo blues of the wonderful lyrics.
I am happy to come across your works dear poet.Your words comes out straight from the life you lived. My sincere tribute to you.
Night Music Slanted Light strike the cave of sleep. I alone tread the red circle and twist the space with speech Come now, etheridge, don't be a savior; take your words and scrape the sky, shake rain