Shannon

cornfields remind me of middle school summers in the field manual labor for the young the lure of money for a job well done pulling tassels detasseling and always, always laughing Shannon was alive back then and life could carry nothing wrong we walked miles between those stalks listening to mixed tapes on pollen covered Walkmans looking forward to work end walking home through town ridiculously proud - my cornfields all dried the day Shannon died

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