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Oct 2012
Cold winds blow bare the trees
Their leaves have dropped
Sad and lonely, unfed
No fruit or seed remains
The grass has yellowed
Preserved under frost
Grey clouds hang below a blue moon
The snow weighs down
As this winter moves in
Gone the warm sun
And my hope too
Written by
Hugo A
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   Joan Karcher
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