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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3273 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Lightning Jack Jim Doss A jar will stand you a lifetime of thoughts: how he was born on the slack side of the mountains; daddy squandered him in the fields for naught, calluses grew round hands and soul, contained the hardtack of the bitter wheat he reaped. When old enough he ran from Bible, church, and switch to streets where the easy life seeped through perfume and jazz in the endless search for freedom. Emptiness followed him back with a pocketful of money to the music of the mountain thrush, the dulcimer, black nights of firelight to exorcise the pain with a medication flowing vein-quick, clear as baptismal water to right the sane. |
