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Inspired from my time living in Gallup, New Mexico on the Navajo Reservation, where the bottle ended lives.

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Under dark, he staggers

And stumbles to sleep

On his rumbling, iron bed. 

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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