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Mar 2012
Frost speckled, somber & silent
bare trees stand apart.
Brittle grass stiff with frozen dew
fragile underfoot.
Black fingered branches scratch the wind
grasping not a breeze.
This dismal grid holds promises
of delicious fruit.
Written by
Noah Matuszewski
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