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Jan 2017
black *****, minstrel faced,
                       leaves broken with ice,
                       veined like a frosted puppet;

something known is leaving;
                      the cold makes me
                      stamp in acted rage;

I can't stand the weight, I can't stand the weight.
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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   Jonathan Witte
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