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A Dangerous Man, poem by Julia Shipley

Have you seen my blue-eyed goose? He asks. He keeps one among the reg­u­lar geese in the grain room of his grandfather's barn, where they honk like bro­ken trum­pets as we approach. There are six, though you can't count these beaks, wings, crooked … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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