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Crawling Through the Dark
poems and thoughts on life and death.
Friday, December 18, 2009
First Snow
________________
Sweet
winter
,
who told you
to rise again,
wearing the snow
as your festal robe?
You stole the show
much to
spring’s
chagrin,
you who swallow
the sun
only to cough up
stones.
--121809--
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