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In snow you leave
a path to follow; that's how I left,
how I found my way back. A freak storm
last October, a storm to break all branches
a storm gave me a home, back home.
Everyone knows, in Buffalo it snows.
Now I'm here, cold, frigid with possibilities
trying to ignore the past.
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This is not a town;
The trees were cut
To board windows shut.
The silos were knocked down.
No barns were razed,
Just
Driving down over the levee
Down into my old town
The grime and the decay
The main drag that goes on through
To places in the
by Takeitfromme
I WONDER AS I REMEMBER THIS LONELY LITTLE TOWN
As the fog enicirles me
My mind takes a leaping start
As I walk this lonely street.
I
The Summer People
The summer people are going away. The beach plum trees sway in the last warm wind, bereft on the shore
by Aurora Russe
Once upon a time, I gained the strength to rise up high;
I conquered all that came my way
I never lost or even swayed.
But
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