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Dec 2013
This morning gray skies prevailed,
an icy wind bit my face,
cold tears streamed down
as I pedaled along the deserted streets.

The few drivers who did pass
had no faces.
Perhaps they
were chilled,
crying,
felt a bit empty too.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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     st64, ---, Amanda In Scarlet and rolanda
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