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After Snow; “Tell It Slant”

  After Snow   She dips to sip and sip once more, this bit of a bird, a tit no doubt, dropped to my birdbath to grip its icy slope before she’s off into wind she must lean on this little one tatterdemalion a link to oblivion a drop in its bucket.       […]

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