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Winter

Old storms fall on down; Eyes catch, then let go; Rivulets run to the chin, Then drop. Remembrance walks in mud.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/9/2008 5:42:00 PM
This is so sad....one can picture the tears on a gray, rainy day. Well described, well done! ~ Carrie
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