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An ashy weeping willow,   Lay in my wobbling garden. Like a cosmic silver pigeon. Up: the still, leaden flow Sailed - a cold, prowling woe, Charging to pounce on Carthage. In: the wreaths of smoke letters Gather as leaden fetters, Then dart like Irish setters, Released after a game. LazharBouazzi, January 6, 2017
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
Winter in Carthage
An ashy weeping willow,   Lay in my wobbling garden. Like a cosmic silver pigeon. Up: the still, leaden flow Sailed - a cold, prowling woe, Charging to pounce on Carthage. In: the wreaths of smoke letters Gather as leaden fetters, Then dart like Irish setters, Released after a game. LazharBouazzi, January 6, 2017
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