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Thursday, November 29, 2012
Bend lower, branch, enclose the circling light...
Written 1/07
Bend lower, branch, enclose the circling light,
And guide yourself against the frost of night,
This is the only beauty of fluorescent light,
When the only glow, a man-made glow,
is reflected off the face of ice and snow.
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