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Oct 2014
I. The mistaken afternoon
   I'm dressed for the cold.
   Behind the windows,
   It's cloudy, all of the kids
   see the changing of the birds
   in the yellow tree.

   The afternoon was spent out
   along the river.
   And a blush of an apple
   trembles in the roofs.

II.  I'm dressed for the cold
   in the mistaken afternoon.
   Behind the windowpanes,
   the sky is cloudy, and all of
   the kids saw the colorful
   birds in the yellow tree.

   I spent the afternoon
   Along the riverside,
   when a blush of an apple
   falls from a tree.
Lynette Chiamaka Okoroike
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