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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