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Nov 24
My fox of the hedgerows has silver white fur
a sleek and dangerous cunning cur,
nails like needles, teeth like splinters
I’ve heard him howl these many winters
Frost can be many things-to me it is a fox
Unpolished Ink
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Unpolished Ink
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