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Aug 2014
Silver Bells
Sat shivering in cold and damp car lot,
awaiting the bell for the dreary work-
-a-day crawl to begin.
In meditative crouch, too frozen for,
feeling or thought.
Silver Bells, cockle shells,
in Nirvana awaiting us,
drifting in lazy gusts.
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