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| Jul/Aug 2001 |
e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
Tom Sheehan
They wore soft felt hats, brimmed, jackets
so odd you could not find a mate, but boots
with horsehide laces, wide belts, and looked
westward where the sun would set part-ways
through the afternoon.
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