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Sep 2019
Dew
The dark shuffles out
With night and quiet on its back,
Winter's woke,
Up and lifts one lazy lid
Sniffs the fertile autumn stir,
One single harsh and homeward sneeze
Turns morning dew
To foggy breath and needle's breeze.
I love fall...it's such a perfect word for a Canadian season.
Hank Helman
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