Mud-Spittled Eyes On A Rainy Fall Sunday Morning

AAAAHHH!!  I had forgotten this poem!  I am reposting here for new readers…

Mud-Spittled Eyes On A Rainy Fall Sunday Morning It’s the glory of eyes, being blessed to be opened with mud sweat and spit, blind eyes become other and seeing What others insist isn’t …

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