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SAINTS IN THEIR OX-HIDE BOAT, SELS. by BRENDAN JAMES GALVIN

First Line: AND SO WHATEVER WAY CLOUDS WENT, WE WENT
Last Line: LUMP OF EVERLASTINGNESS. YOU'LL NEVER KNOW %UNLESS YOU DROP THAT QUILL AND SAIL, MY BOY

Poem Sources:

TAR RIVER POETRY, V29#2, SPRING /90.
  (1990)
 



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