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Nov 29
The sky was a fabric of cloud cover.
The threadbare heaven was covered
In moth-ridden holes with frayed edges.
Stringy clouds, as if the loose openings,
With a ratty-tatty weave created a gauze
Of tangled threads.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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