Faulkner Wrote Me

Believe it, Faulkner wrote me, He asked for the heads of my sons. Not Aikel - ugly writer boy, Weakling and winner of one essay, Who rocks quietly in the dark, But the golden duo - Ukiah and Lemai, Fetching, lovers of new wine, Slaughterers of swine, betters of Aikel. Dandelion-haired in the sun. Their … Continue reading Faulkner Wrote Me

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