By: Ardis E. Parshall - July 16, 2013 Shadows By Lucy Russell Scott Shucks! There aint no use o’ bein’ afraid o’ life’s shadders.We jist can’t see, that’s all.I recollect when I wuz a kid, one pitchBlack night, a goin’ alongFrum Aunt Liza’s pasture gate t’ ourn;My heart wuz poundin’ like all git out,The moanin’ trees reached long blackSkeleton hands at me;‘N the wind wuz a blowin’ me off’n my feetIn t’ a roa...
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