slept on the missouri.
cargill fireworks across the way...
a truck every 15 minutes, 24 hours a day,
said rurup.
he was right,
i had never met some one with a name like that name before.
humidity.
monstrous lushness.
bucolic,
at the very the least.
rolling hills,
that don't roll so well.
scattered farm houses,
corn,
feed trucks
hauling feed
off to feed the pigs.
ditch weed!
gives nothing but belly aches when chewing it like tobacco.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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