A patch of Old Snow
There's a patch of old snow in a cornerThat I should have guessedWas a blow-away paper the rainHad brought to rest.It is speckled with grime as ifSmall print overspread it,The news of a day I've forgotten--If I ever read it.
There's a patch of old snow in a cornerThat I should have guessedWas a blow-away paper the rainHad brought to rest.It is speckled with grime as ifSmall print overspread it,The news of a day I've forgotten--If I ever read it.
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