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Friday, January 12, 2007
For a day so cold the snow squeaks, a favorite poem
Pine tree tops
In the blue night frost haze, the sky glows with the moon pine tree tops bend snow-blue, fade into sky, frost, starlight. The creak of boots. Rabbit tracks, deer tracks, what do we know.
With some more work, that piece could have had naught but one-beat words. Two with two? "Hare" would have worked for one. Take out "star" and you have it. Give me a break.
With some more work, that piece could have had naught but one-beat words. Two with two? "Hare" would have worked for one. Take out "star" and you have it. Give me a break.
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