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WINTER WALK

white, ashen, charcoal berms

to the left

to the right

everywhere in sight.

little tail-wagger

pulling at it's lead

owner nervous indeed.

hot steamy mustard stains

pains to walk around.

disregarded rides peaking out,

entries frozen shut.

mukluk, brogan, boot impressions

paint the path.

naked saplings fractured,

boskage leaning on each other

like bashed r...

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