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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
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FREIGHT: 3, by DARYL E. JONES
First Line: At twelve, crouched low in brush beside the tracks
Last Line: Wafer thin and blued, still hot, and held it %searing my palm. Held it, burning in
First Line: At twelve, crouched low in brush beside the tracks
Last Line: Wafer thin and blued, still hot, and held it %searing my palm. Held it, burning in
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