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December 2010
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Time was
When Brady was the hero of the hinterland,
Water-boy for the great unwashed.
But they’ve got inside plumbing in their heads these days!
There’s a highway through the backwoods now,
And the trees of the forest have reluctantly made room
For their leafless cousins, the telephone poles.
Henry’s Lizzie rattles into town
And leaves behind
The Yesterday-Messiah,
Standing in the road...
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