Twist Fig

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    Twist Fig
    Every acre of my land is an expense. Buying a fence, hammering in the nails, it all matters, when everything else fails.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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