Lights and tree are gone
Reds, greens, blues are now gray, brown
Cold winds tug at us
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This is a collection of poems.. rhyme and free form from a period of years. I will add to it as more happen or as I discover more. i have pages of them waiting to be typed in... but what will win?? Artful desires or procrastination???
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