Bowling Green State University - Key Yearbook (Bowling Green, OH)

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You ask me about Bowling Green. Well High flying clouds like moss glued to the sky. Ocher sunli whites. A shadow on the land. Thoughts of Kent and Cambod jackson. Folks die in cars, too. And even in airplanes. Bu farm houses in mute light, the stark neolight structures o phone poles. Verde green and russet fields. Dying corn, the the corn. And heather. Empty stalks like a missing lover. of gold dust fills the back of a faded blue pick-up truck. marine grass and a moon that floats through dusty thunderc Whisps of dusk and remembered friends. A sign that tells me right with God, to follow the white line on Route 6. Yes, I madre. I have chosen this place to be. Perhaps we live. P we die. But I cannot kill, madre. Never can I kill. That peace, my only Zacke

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noon in sud bury an American are you an A i was fr ' merican? om baltimore then toronto now the mines i'm killing myself but i can't b go ack back to urb d ' an Welling and carpet cleaners used car lots and first baptist churches but its all here is it not? and more purple plum trees flowing fruit abound h l ' aze green mky grass burned aw White sho ' ay in spots e polish houses polished and ' painted in much the manner of a Black tavern boy and yes a silent snowy sky marred temporarily by a passing plane detroit to Windsor is best by bus don't thumb cut your hair and don't carry much escape to a world of dark wet mines where men d' ' ' kevin haley 16 fighting the mother Photo by Mark Bramson

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wx' NI? 1- ' Photo by john Cessna