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Poetry

Poetry

 

March Rain 

 

Wet shoes squish with un-earthed worms

the mushed grey souls 

fill ears and nose.

Trees in infant virgin leaves, make

for squirrels a green trapeze.

Skies of grey,

of misty haze make impressionistic painters daze.  

 

by Justin Olmanson                               

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discovered, lost and squandered

death

various people

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