#canon 6d
All my bones, they are gone, gone, gone!
Take my bones, I don’t need none.
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothin’ to chew on!
Suck all day on a cherry stone.
Dig a little hole not three inches round—
Spit your pit in a hole in the ground.
Weep upon the spot for the starvin’ of me!
‘Til up grow a fine young cherry tree.
When the bough breaks, what will you make for me?
A little willow cabin to rest on your knee.
Well, what will I do with a trinket such as this?
Think of your woman who’s gone to the west.
But I’m starvin’ and freezin’ in my measly old bed!
Then I’ll crawl across the salt flats, to stroke your sweet head.
Come! Across the desert with no shoes on!
I love you truly,
or I love no one.
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“The forest filled it, wall to wall, and the shadows of the clouds shivered on the treetops as the wind moved through the boughs.”
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“She had presence, too, a kind of wordless needless authority, torchlike, contingent on no approval or loyalty.”
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“Unharvested apricots had fallen and were fermenting on the ant-covered ground. The heady smell and the buzzing of bees and wasps filled the air. Ample fruit still hung on the tree, and I was not slow to fill my hands-“
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I had the chance to meet this beauty a few weeks ago. Though her beauty is not lost, she now sits in a cow pasture and has seen her fair share of weather and animal mischief.
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My mare Dixie grazing in the summer heat of Kentucky.
She’s such a doll.
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Trevi Fountain
Rome, Italy
