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Apr 2020
Timid falling cedar and birch
who hears you falling down?
Like my eager creeks should,
or my bouldering shoulders.
Again we try to graze,
making hast with premonitions.
A farmers almanac sits
and I have noticed change
long before it’s been heard.
Laura
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Laura  26/F/Toronto
(26/F/Toronto)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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