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Posted on September 26, 2021May 23, 2022 by Señor Tao

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Wise Poets – Jack Ridl – HandsOctober 3, 2022
Jack Ridl (April 10, 1944 -) My grandfather grew up holding rags,pounding his fist into the pocketof a ball glove, gripping a plumb linefor his father who built what anyoneneeded. At sixteen, wanting to work onhis own, he lied about his ageand for forty-nine years carried his lunchto the assembly line where he stoodtightening bolts …
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