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Jan 2014
The Starlings
outside my window
sing a song
of no regret,
there is snow
on the ground
and little food
to be found,
but that's okay
because today
the sun is out
and the sky
is clear,
it is very warm
for this time of year,
and if the
theosophy
doesn't blind me.
I know I'll find me
a weapon to use
to fight these blues.
Irving MacPherson
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