Posted on August 26, 2014
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It is a hood ornament for my printer,Both black, both exactlyThe same length. Where did it liveIn his house? A few miles from here,The Grand River snakes between cliffsWhere a train used to run,Its whistle charting my mother’s sleep.
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The museum 2019 exhibit In the Bones is open every day for you to visit, interact with and enjoy.