Jeanne-Marie Writes A New Book

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When it rains in Biggar Saskatchewan a bigger battle begins Grass and grain sucking straws to the slurping point The sun trying as always to extract far more than its fair tithe Muddy waters swirling down drains of gopher and badger holes Settling through hollows of buffalo wallows where the buffalo no longer roam Remainders feeding underground streams and deep raging rivers If I put my feet or ear to the ground I can almost understand her last poem Almost hear the next one
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