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Dec 2024
As I walk to the mail box
In the late evening I see
That it’s the  twilight
hour!  I look up to
See the new moon
But only to see that
It was eclipsed  
How do you like those
Apples
TreeGoth
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TreeGoth  36/F/Ottawa
(36/F/Ottawa)   
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