Dirt don’t hurt. At least it’s’ not supposed to. Yet pestilence and famine stare down my brother, Steals nourishment from my mother. Red Dirt Black dirt Gray dirt Continue reading “God Made Dirt”
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Dirt don’t hurt. At least it’s’ not supposed to. Yet pestilence and famine stare down my brother, Steals nourishment from my mother. Red Dirt Black dirt Gray dirt Continue reading “God Made Dirt”