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Category: John Russell

Sam’s Last Brace, Part II

May 11, 2026 | John Russell, Poetry, Quail Championship Invitational | Comments
The first hour filled with action Sam’s dog Rip was reaching well Liked this country with its edges Rip found quail twice With style and good location His manners perfect at their flush Read more

Sam’s Last Brace, Part I

May 9, 2026 | John Russell, Poetry | Comments
Sam woke Monday ‘fore dawn Rolled over, found the lite switch Squeezed it on, slipped off the bed Shuffled to the bathroom Relieved himself, pulled on his clothes Boots last, then out the door Read more

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