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Dietrich's Meat Farm
Remember the Pennsylvania border
and the Big Sky?
White wispy mountains made
of wet air and smoke.
On four black spinning feet
we barreled
down black top, as we
broke through the thin air
of an untouched place.
Always, out of the corners of our eyes,
cheaply made unkempt attempts
at commerce begged us,
"You are now passing Dietrich's Meat Farm."
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