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from the ghost of the harvest madonna

Craig Perez

Of the earliest civilizations written in allegory on leaves. Standing on the stairs of the
gate, and one holding a string of pearls beckons to the other, saying, “for what I am
and what I harvest through my suffering. ” The other responds “Shine on, Shine on
harvest moon, I ain’t had no lovin’ since January.”

Craig Perez

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