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16 November 2010



The slog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

(apologies to Carl Sandberg.)


"Each November I break down and cry
But I can't remember if we said goodbye"-Steve Earle

My favorite song of all time for the time being.

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