A Walk in A Sub-division

A blustery March day In February Leaves form a pigs tail for The Devil Doves sway common on wires Makes me feel like Jesus It is happy here Typical regeneration of entropy Mountain fences zig-zag Along side asphalt Flake deed Chalk angels blow Blue wood wing in Counter clockwise Motion Sentient white cat eyes Knows me for what I Am I cross myself Leaves hover above a Dead blackbird as if its Resurrection Were at hand

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