Saturday, February 6, 2010

A Cold, Grey.... Comments

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A cold, grey mist rolls over the hills,
clings to me for dear life,
and of 'o me it distills,
no wet skin for my day of misery ahead, my increasing rife.
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D.A. Woods
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