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Twenty Years after She Dies, Your Mom Invites my Daughter to Go Sledding with your Kids Her voice brassy as ever. curled the way they were. a snowy hill, one moment else where laughter Where Did our Love Go? Diana Ross, I know. It slipped out of that house she rented up on Chicken Mountain, Mark Jackley has poems in Fifth Wednesday, Sugar House Review, Tampa Review, Talking River, and other journals. His recent chapbook is Appalachian Night. Jackley lives in Sterling, Virginia. contact
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