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Happy Holidays, Ed and Shirley |
“It came, a blossom bright, amid the cold of winter, when half spent was the night*” A sunset blooms, a day receding; a storm kicks out rain that’s blinding; a front’s come through, porch screen straining; hangs up the tears so sun illumines; ah, there’s the jewels that show arriving; a wind-chime star notes what is stirring; ‘tis gift that comes as night is passing. |
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