Oh March, come not again...we have yet to recover from the taking...of two-eleven...eight-thirty...Luther Ray...daddy....preacher...too large in life to die...Oh March...come not again...I have written...to Japan...and...nothing...over there...is a grandson...who loved me...more than his own....gone....a year since seeing him...this March....Oh March...coming for Melanie...taking the job...perfect for her...making her...return to the fields...the highways...the hedges...leaving us again....wondering....from whence comes the groceries...Oh March...we are in lock step with you...boots laced and breeches tucked....goose stepping....saluting....obeying....parading...tears hiding...prisoners of March....march...march.
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