It was June, late in June, cold and a lot of rain. you could’ ve been Moses or Galileo or George Washington Carver orHarriet Tubman or Sojourner Truth or Mark Twain or Joe Louis. He was a thirty year man. Ifit took lying on one’ s back and making sounds like a panther in the desert.
They all looked alike. I was alone in the backyard of the house at 89 Harmon Drive. Ben didn’ t dope me too well. Their honor and their value was never questioned.
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