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Too Many Things Not Southern Season Sounds I say keep grits in the South, a defense against cultural erosion, against the invasion of foreignness, of ways that are not the South's ways. Grits are life that's little enough now of what it once was with Rhett and Scarlett at Tara, that's too much now of too many things not southern. Fall's yearling star drifts softly into Spring. Winter slips quietly South to spend Summer in a jar. —Wayne Hogan —Wayne Hogan Waiting for Spring Rain The road runs past our place in the Summer. With deep Winter snow the road stops at the little bridge, and waits for Spring rain, to cross. Too Few Sunflower Seeds Oh my gosh are we just gonna sit here and wring our hands, take a hard-line stand against the nucleus of it all, against the stone, iron, and ice age, against fall-out over Friendship, Arkansas, or should we rather gather as birds-of-a-feather and be against too few sunflower seeds in the feeder? —Wayne Hogan —Wayne Hogan 85 ...

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