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May 2013
bird crap on the glass,
like white snow but not as clean
or as cold

lacking the sharp crunch,
satisfying, under boots;
causing only grief

windex, wipe away
with paper towels, make clean
the muddy snow plops
Written by
Madison Brewer
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