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Dec 2016
Ice
The  babies sleep soft
as flour beneath
our sagging

roof and ice begs
deformed limbs
down

upon electrical lines while
we wait for the blizzard
to hold breath.
Doug Potter
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Doug Potter  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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