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Dec 2010
so
so sad
trees grow
where none will stop to stare
so slick
green stark
along roads wet with snow
so nice
rocking chairs
on windy wintry mornings
so sweet
your kiss
when eyes are closed not fawning
Written by
alex waddell  Oxford, MS
(Oxford, MS)   
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