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Apr 2014
Here's to life and living, a summer hue,
and wish and want and given too
much of much and little of little
with a point that pierces smiles — brittle,
(for a point that ends is an end after all)
brittle — to shatter summer to fall
to landscape shades made dark by blue
passing right after a finer hue
then to darker shades made dark by grey
leaving life and living to wintry way
then Summer weighs into Winter's call
for a point that ends has no point at all.
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