the slowly-disappearing snow in the backyard,
a solitary robin on a desolate branch;
above, the sky stretches like faded blue silk: old, and empty of any warmth.
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- Brat Farrar (
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Brat Farrar
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poem by me: winter morning (with abused punctuation)
the slowly-disappearing snow in the backyard,
a solitary robin on a desolate branch;
above, the sky stretches like faded blue silk: old, and empty of any warmth.
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rendering unto Caesar, I suppose
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A Declaration of Independence
IN CONGRESS, JULY 4, 1776 The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America When in the Course of human events it becomes…
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