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Jan 2018
Butterflies have left the North
they've gone South for the warmth

No more sweet melodies
from the birdsΒ in the trees

On the snow is the winters prey,
and green hills have faded away

Now silence falls
and nothing makes a beat

as crickets lay underneath
a white sheet
H A Vitatoe
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H A Vitatoe  43/F
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