"I wonder what it'd be like to reach Wisconson."; That's the name of his book. It makes me sick to think of it. Dan's got his fingers in a puddle, he's prodding. I'm away from the scene. I'm looking right at'im but I don't see 'im. The reeds are high as hell. Hell, I was too, then. The sun came up last morning and I caught her the first time in ages. Thought it was gonna be the death of me... Had'a last the whole night to see it. Lord knows I wouldn't be up if I needed. [1/3]
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I wonder what it'd be like to turn pages. Day in and day out 'til the cows come home. That's quite the saying from city folk. Unless your collar reads "Made in China", (loud and clear) well, I'd be damned to hear you say that. Dan makes a ripple that reels me in. His overalls are caked now. Fucking mess, the kid. Come hell or high water, though, I promise you this: [2/3]
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By the time that book hits shelves I'll've scrubbed that denim clean and I'll've patched the knees and I'll've set the table straight and I'll've taken out trash and folded everything and mowed the lawn and stowed the logs and lent ear to anyone where'd need be. I am not someone who's name is on the cover. I am someone who can fix things. [3/3]
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