I Haven’t the Faintest; None

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I Haven’t the Faintest; None   i haven’t the faintest; none. the sky, the world, the pregnant girl; the smell of autumn and leaves ready for kicking on roadsides and in liturgies; rural church days (and every all days) say: ‘i and these my own are for you.’ and i know you: you’re the place i’ve been walking towards.   all the king’s men and the ...