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Feb 2016
Autumn
windmills churning
apple cider, hayrides/
leaves crunching under lithe hoofbeats
pumpkins peep from drab earth; sun in slate sky
breath to view with the naked eye
burnt pine flickers linger
in requiem
autumn.
Laughing Wolf
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Laughing Wolf
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