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All Prairie Dogs Go To Heaven

Posted on August 30, 2024 by John Biscello

Excerpt from None So Distant: We recall fondly. We recollect. The good old days in which we titled windmills redolently and rode clanging dusty boxcars across the glaring horizontal spread of america. What a lay we said hitching up our … Continue reading →

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