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"yardgate" poems
Of chipped white paint - and quaint. Only time could make you so - opening and closing to let us come and go. Creaking and squeaking to let us come to know - the changing winds that blow
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Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC
james-r-jarrell-iii
the yardgate
Of chipped white paint - and quaint. Only time could make you so - opening and closing to let us come and go. Creaking and squeaking to let us come to know - the changing winds that blow
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