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falling down

The winds now change from blue to gray And gawking gulls scoop by. The evening blows now comes the rain While cries of breath now sigh. A damp pasture shivers in the cold Where big drops patter again. To shower all in withered fold From freezing trees to mother hen.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 7/16/2012 11:25:00 AM
the imagery in this piece is vivid, juaneco... hope to read you again..:) huggs!
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