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Mar 7
Acorns fallow
where do squirrels feed
Snowdrops late this year
The seasons awry
and still we feel the cold
as the arcane wind barricades
itself amongst the pummelled fence
Here a strange madness begins to find out
its root of dreams
amongst the dying robina
Written by
antony glaser  61/M/croydon
(61/M/croydon)   
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   Immortality
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