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About This Poem
Frosted View
Moss fern
Grows on the tree
Outside the kitchen
Window for all to see
But, seen only by me
Blurred vision
By the frost that grows
On the Window
Pane melting slowly
As the sun touches
The crystals frozen
Water like tears
Stream down the glass
Outside the kitchen
Window for all to see
But, seen only by me
Debra Squyres
12/27/12
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