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A Tree Suffers Under Snow

black boned, minstrel faced leaves broken with ice, veined as a frosted puppet; neither old nor new, but changed and leaving, the cold makes me stamp and circle in rage; I can`t stand the weight, stand the weight...

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Date: 1/18/2017 11:15:00 PM
very well put. I appreciate your subtle word choice and intelligent design. Thanks for sharing
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