It was so good.
We talked like we never have before.
It was percussion.
Precision.
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Foreign Correspondent, Poetry by Ricky Hawthorne
I peered down quizzically at the damp ground
Pulling sharply at a tuft of grass to see further
But it was tough and resilient, so much so
That I had to tear at it, ripping a fingernail in the process
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