by David HarsentThe entire township, heading north in cars, in trucks, on bikes, on foot,some with next to nothing, some choosing to cart(as it might be) armchair, armoire, samovar, black and whiteTV, toaster, Filofax, Magimix, ladle, spindle, spinet,bed and bedding, basin and basinette,passed (each in clear sight) lynx and wolverine and bobcat,heading south to the guns and the promise of fresh
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