Thursday, June 26, 2008

Snakes Under the House

granddad
made us poke sticks
for poking the snakes
that lived under the house
he ricked them with rubber
gloves, wiring them to the
handles with the same wire
he used to fix the holes
in the fence, me and
my brother carried
the poke sticks in
scabbards we
made from
old milk
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