well… well… well…
wells. wells. there are wells all over my yeards;
in the grasses, bellows them and furthere. everywhere
you look, you’ll fine…
well, you’ll find a lot of evidence.
and you’ll find a lot of mud and yellow. dry
grass and last autumn,
my hands and a shovel.
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