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OLD SETH
Old Seth had been an engineman
worked on the Chesapeake
from Richmond to Ohio
and back two times a week
then lately in a twilight home
in Wannesboro it seems
just keeping to himself most times
and living on his dreams.
The doctors reckoned he'd lost his mind
just sat there looking out;
some days his eyes would screw right up
other times he'd shout
...
Friday 23rd October 2015 10:28 pm
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