in loving memory of joseph felix o'brian.
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dying midwestern like a black and white movie.
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on the shore, carved by the mississippi, and the st. croix.
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this park bench commemorates the love for marion L
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"an unfailing prize far beyond her weight in pearls"
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to all who knew her.
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underground springs that replenish themselves.
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the history trickles down through the pebbles and stone.
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carefully floating out to sea,
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through the plains of a nation.
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jackson meadows gives birth to a new way of life.
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white houses and black roofs.
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rooms that appear to be empty,
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but are filled with imagination.
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picture your love.
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inhabiting this lonely chair.
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this is where they come to die,
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and the first place they've really lived.
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frayed photos of riverboats with rolling smoke.
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barges that carry this year's crop.
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these letters fleeting.
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read in whispers on rainy days.
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the message remains.
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lingers on lips, and sleeps in the lines on our face.
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ready to be awoken on our departure.
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It's A Death Curse
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| Small Towns Burn A Little Slower |
