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12.11.2006

Poetry 365: What You Come Away With

It's too early in the winter yet
to know where his gloves are
Bryant walks to the corner,
hands in jeans pockets
and shoulders hunched.
He rubs his fingers
on the singles that will soon
become a pack of Spirits.
Posted by Nervda at 12/11/2006 08:57:00 PM
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