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Jan 2013
the sun has finally worked out its affair with the clouds.
and the snow has expired into a feeble slush.
dirt is bustling with exasperated seeds:
tiny tired shoppers in a Black Friday for nutrients.  
And someone keeps splashing green nonsense into the trees.

but, its kind of- Grand.
should this be longer? suggestions are appreciated :)
Conor O'Leary
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