. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens. — Rodney Jones, Salvation Blues: One Hundred Poems 1985-2005
. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens. — Rodney Jones, Salvation Blues: One Hundred Poems 1985-2005
. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens. — Rodney Jones, Salvation Blues: One Hundred Poems 1985-2005
. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens. — Rodney Jones, Salvation Blues: One Hundred Poems 1985-2005
. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens. — Rodney Jones, Salvation Blues: One Hundred Poems 1985-2005
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. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens.

— Rodney Jones, Salvation Blues: One Hundred Poems 1985-2005
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