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Jun 2012
I guess I've lost my voice to
The wind.
Though easterly blusters
Kept my mama
In shambles
With tumble weeds,
The northern winds will
Carry my voice
To the place where
Breaks on ice caps and
Buries fears beneath
The ages of sameness.
N R Whyte
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N R Whyte  Toronto
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