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Wilfred, poem by Sandra Giedeman

He was proud of his blue tick hounds, his six­ty acres of hills, hol­lows, creeks filled with cop­per­heads and cot­ton­mouths; nights utter­ly still except when a smell or sound riled the hounds from their sleep to bay like old mourn­ers.   My … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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