Sub me

Dirt ain’t where they always said it is -
it ain’t in the crevices,
and the cracks,
but it’s in the plain facts,
it’s in the wide-open faces,
the OK-looking spaces,
the hole where supposedly the ace is,
and that’s where the edit is,
covering tracks,
circumventing Ben Nevises.

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