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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Winters Heavy Hand

Damp golden leaves lay in green grass,
The wind unable to blow them.
They lay weighed down from the morning rainfall,
An unending shower of cold wet droplets,
Pummeling down the dressings of now barren branches.
Winter comes in signs unsecretive,
Bearing its marks with a heavy hand.

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