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49 I Wish Beso Old Beso serenely chews a thistle. He looks like he could eat the rusty coils of barbed wire behind the shed, or like a Civil War veteran who could tell you things about Chancellorsville. We are lucky animals can’t talk, I am sorry that I can. Last night— bar stool arguments about politics. Today, I am clotted with sadness, dust. I wish Beso could tell me about Mary, the Virgin, Our Lady of Sorrows. 50 Beso Brings Beso Guilty. We curse enemies, call each other fox, pig, mule, horse’s ass, buddy, and say, The guy brings a lot to the table. Rumi even said, There is one inside who walks like Jesus on the sea. Beso brings Beso— every hair. ...

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