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in: Frozen Fries; Frozen Fries > 2019-05-09

May 10, 2019 1:00 AM # 
Guilford Hartley:
is stacked high in the barn.
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May 10, 2019 4:48 AM # 
Toivo!:
I can smell the barn.
May 10, 2019 1:21 PM # 
Frozen Fries:
Went out there. Higher-ups say not enough. Keep stackin' laddy.
May 10, 2019 8:44 PM # 
Guilford Hartley:
Hay for the Horses

He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous Mountain roads,
And pulled in at eight a.m.
With his big truckload of hay
behind the barn.
With winch and ropes and hooks
We stacked the bales up clean
To splintery redwood rafters
High in the dark, flecks of alfalfa
Whirling through shingle-cracks of light,
Itch of haydust in the
sweaty shirt and shoes.
At lunchtime under Black oak
Out in the hot corral,
---The old mare nosing lunchpails,
Grasshoppers crackling in the weeds---
“I’m sixty-eight” he said,
“I first bucked hay when I was seventeen.
I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that’s just what
I’ve gone and done.”

-Gary Snyder

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