this
morning, like it did
three
in a bed. Admitted
by
cracks in the window, frost
lay
across our bed in stripes.
We
three haven't gone
to
our beds yet, but I think
I
know what it will be like.
Cold.
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The Wind is stripping the roof off the birdhouse next door The old man who lived there would have it replaced by early spring Wo...
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