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WINTER WALK
white, ashen, charcoal berms
to the left
to the right
everywhere in sight.
little tail-wagger
pulling at it's lead
owner nervous indeed.
hot steamy mustard stains
pains to walk around.
disregarded rides peaking out,
entries frozen shut.
mukluk, brogan, boot impressions
paint the path.
naked saplings fractured,
boskage leaning on each other
like bashed r...
Thursday 9th February 2017 3:28 am
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