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Upon the Morrow

Thus, upon the morrow with a subtle tinge of sorrow as I shivering, remember dip my toes into November for her snowflakes, now aloof, will soon land upon my roof. And yet, I’ll take the plunge soak her up like childhood sponge for there’s something in the wind makes me long for her again to caress her long and slow to see my angel in the snow. John G. Lawless ©10/31/2021

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Date: 10/31/2021 8:07:00 PM
There you go, John. I see that you were 'winging it' all the way. Smiles, Gershon
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