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Cold cement roads And sidewalks Hold the first, dry snow Like grout Between warm patches Of lawn, Speckled with Autumn's Last offerings. The neighbourhood Reminds me to re-floor My kitchen In green-speckled tiles.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
First Snow
Cold cement roads And sidewalks Hold the first, dry snow Like grout Between warm patches Of lawn, Speckled with Autumn's Last offerings. The neighbourhood Reminds me to re-floor My kitchen In green-speckled tiles.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
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