--Greg KuzmaNow one of my riches is it’s summer.It is hard to admit to the so much I have,it is hard to keep track of it, tomake good, to keep it from running from me,to keep it from growing confused in itswaiting, or from getting hardened to whatseems like my neglect. I know that withso much, though I will try to have it all,witness it all, and be in on the harvestof my things, that I will fall to the groundin dismay, and rot there like the whatthat now blows clean and hopeful in the fields.
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