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Fooled again by spring changing Its mind and retreating. Skies are waterfalls of snow above The white veiled construction site. I can barely see the crane, blowing Grey slush from my walkie before Telling the driver to lift these Two-by-fours that just days ago Reminded me of lake piers and Diving boards under tomorrow's Summer sun. Today they are Firewood in these eyes blinking Snowflakes into tears that I wipe With padded gloves, leaving Streaks of oil and concrete on Cheeks pale with winter under an Icicled full beard. Fooled again. This is Norway. This is where giants come to shiver.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 4:45 AM UTC
Lake Piers and Diving Boards
Fooled again by spring changing Its mind and retreating. Skies are waterfalls of snow above The white veiled construction site. I can barely see the crane, blowing Grey slush from my walkie before Telling the driver to lift these Two-by-fours that just days ago Reminded me of lake piers and Diving boards under tomorrow's Summer sun. Today they are Firewood in these eyes blinking Snowflakes into tears that I wipe With padded gloves, leaving Streaks of oil and concrete on Cheeks pale with winter under an Icicled full beard. Fooled again. This is Norway. This is where giants come to shiver.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 4:45 AM UTC
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