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Summers in Durham, by Alana Folsom

There were too many well-marked and paved roads For it to be Small Town Amer­i­ca. Was only want­i­ng The antique store with the rib­boned-off rock­ing chair In which the very Martha Wash­ing­ton once perched, Or just some­thing eas­i­ly iden­ti­fied as quaint By … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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