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A house bird with a call So distant and ringing Alone on a hill Screams last throughout the singing Paint now of dreary hillsides And cold empty lofts Of torn wallpaper And warmth all but forgot Stand atop the crook The dying widow's peak And stare down at the neighbours Who are lifeless in sleep Stone upon stone Lined row upon row They've traded a hearth For a fresh patch of snow
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
Fleeting Stone
A house bird with a call So distant and ringing Alone on a hill Screams last throughout the singing Paint now of dreary hillsides And cold empty lofts Of torn wallpaper And warmth all but forgot Stand atop the crook The dying widow's peak And stare down at the neighbours Who are lifeless in sleep Stone upon stone Lined row upon row They've traded a hearth For a fresh patch of snow
jesse-lapointe
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
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