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38 The word He had a shy chewed up face drinker ruddy and losing hair Told me after my reading about teaching at Soledad how he’d read “Howl” to those cats thieves rapists murderers how quiet they were pin drop appreciative grateful “lambs to the word” I’d been wandering on the page a sky blindness all messages stopped Four generations of photographs on his wall great-great to his parents marriages Southern faces “Lambs to the word” he said and brought me back ...

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