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one
for the winter we call it
glint
in the afterfall
everyone's
up for it
all
the shining's then
and
you'll see green
fruit
and flowers
shadows
cast from
out
of forgetting
pond
reflecting too
the
flit's between
trunks
pale
as
standing snow
wouldn't be dead for quids
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ReplyDeletepale trunks
flitting after
shadows
and much good may it do them
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