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M M.J. Lemon
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on the edge of the field
corn-waving blissfully
applauding wistfully
in the breeze-waiting to
feed the hogs (too tough
for human molars)
and a man standing
shaking, gripping
a painting
priceless
belonging to posterity
gifted by one
then unknown
now revered
standing
shaking, gripping-
"Hands up! "
the very last words
he ever heard.
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