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willows weep at the doorstep of a ravine back home, where I grew up, a long time ago in Michigan Cardinals and Redheaded Woodpeckers commonplace Cherry trees Mulberries my favorite grew ripe and sweet, better than cherries, then. As the valley creeps away in my memory the magenta berries remain in my head.
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
weeping willow
willows weep at the doorstep of a ravine back home, where I grew up, a long time ago in Michigan Cardinals and Redheaded Woodpeckers commonplace Cherry trees Mulberries my favorite grew ripe and sweet, better than cherries, then. As the valley creeps away in my memory the magenta berries remain in my head.
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
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