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Aug 2017
the freeze came in the night
    
           it ate the lilies and froze the
                                
                                water in the pond it killed
    
                                                 the limes on my tree
                              
                             ­   now the moss and shrubs

           are matted to the ground like

your ****** hair that day.

[ i am going in the wrong direction].
FRITZ
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FRITZ  22/Other/Carcosa Outer-City Limits
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