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10 am Wednesday. It’s cold Only a little And over us The clouds are biting Only a little Out of the blue of the sky. 10:02 Wednesday It’s too cold My toes are numb And the fence is crisping Under a half finished Sun. 10:15 We are crying On a parched ground As if We didn’t laugh Over breakfast.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
Morning
10 am Wednesday. It’s cold Only a little And over us The clouds are biting Only a little Out of the blue of the sky. 10:02 Wednesday It’s too cold My toes are numb And the fence is crisping Under a half finished Sun. 10:15 We are crying On a parched ground As if We didn’t laugh Over breakfast.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
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