John Berryman - Dream Song 107: Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross

John Berryman - Dream Song 107: Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross

Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross, br I figuring porcupine & took Sir poker br unbarring Mr door, br & then screen door. Ah, but the little 'coon, br hardly a foot (not counting tail) got in with br two more at the porch-edge br br and they swirled, before some two swerve off br this side of crab tree, and my dear friend held br with the torch in his tiny eyes br two feet off, banded, but then he gave & br shot away too. They were all the same size, br maybe they were brothers, br br it seems, and is, clear to me we are brothers.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 01:13

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