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Thursday, August 1, 2013. The red birds singing. On the warm electric wires. Above the morning market. Old women lining up guitars. And ancient paintings of. Quiet Navahos with razor gift sets and heavy grey blankets. The pre-dawn fever and clicking off. Bugs buzz to life. While flowers wilt and sink. The rolling hulks of Americana. Crunching the sharp gravel. Like miniature death roses. Cause the redbirds to take flight. Taken from my 2008 book CONFESSIONS OF A CONCRETE CUTOUT. Written by Cecil Smead.

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Thursday, August 1, 2013. The red birds singing. On the warm electric wires. Above the morning market. Old women lining up guitars. And ancient paintings of. Quiet Navahos with razor gift sets and heavy grey blankets. The pre-dawn fever and clicking off. Bugs buzz to life. While flowers wilt and sink. The rolling hulks of Americana. Crunching the sharp gravel. Like miniature death roses. Cause the redbirds to take flight. Taken from my 2008 book CONFESSIONS OF A CONCRETE CUTOUT. Written by Cecil Smead.

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