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Apr 2014
Rain smacks down
on every inch
of the  walkway stones
the grout is cracked
in too many places
to count
jagged edges
rest in well worn grooves
the path still
faithfully leads
faces
to my front door .
A wet spring   washes away   winter's  last  call.Spring 2007  I wrote this  one.
AprilDawn
Written by
AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
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