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Charles
Wright
By Michael Shannon
Friedman
Old Master
of the third
sublime, pre-
confederate apostler of the dark
naive nexting the last
world rebacking the virtual
end priesting blood
sewn blues on the far
colors with that slow
lit line that gathers gones and
songs like the hush
when open waters wait all
tranquil, so unease. «
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Michael Shannon Friedman, dude, rhymer,
picker, and grinner, doesn't have access to the
web. Gasp!
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