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I was born in a pinhole on a black sheet, backlit by the reflection of stovelight. my parents were function and passion. as a child, i was warmed on the oven door after my bath. at age 2, i fell out of the trailer door in alaska while the car was on fire. at 10, i hid under the car in arizona and watched the wolves. a woman jumped out of a moving car after her son had died and a calf was born the day of my great grandmothers funeral. my first kiss was in the back of a dodge van. my first guitar cost $25 at a yard sale. i write songs because it is what i am driven to do.
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© 2001, Charlie Post
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