If you could account for everything meaning, where would the mystery be. If I had to crit my own poems half as well as Clive does here, they would never leave my desk; I'd discovered all the flaws in my pieces and hit writer's block for life.
I've read Clive's comments and can see and even agree with some of his points, but the wide-brimmed hat, and The Butcher's Wife who wears it, still transcends the poem's flaws; making me giggle and dance with glee.
Lamar
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