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White Mittens

Fog came early to Nebraska, and slender churches became hidden. Pastors came out of them with scarves, their children tight-dressed and with white mittens. Cars moved slowly, dipped beams constant; the radio turned on. The fog came early - unawares. -------------------------------------------------- 4/23/2015 Featured poem of the week commencing 3/10/2019

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