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Oct 2015
Through a
thickly frosted
window of pain,

he watched
         bewildered
as Winter forced
its icy tongue
down Summer's
hot, *******.

Looks like
seasonal ****
to me.

Quick!

Call the
Spring police.
   ~mce
Mike Essig
Written by
Mike Essig  Mechanicsburg, PA
(Mechanicsburg, PA)   
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