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Rob Atkinson Jan 2013
Vinous smells lingered the air
Eyes coated over Sinatra blue,
Reluctant was I to bear the weight
Monsters of thoughts that grew.
Only now out here it snows,
Needing to grow, it fell and froze
Time takes time they say, I suppose.
©RobertC.Atkinson

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