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Poem a Day Practice
Monday, January 17, 2011
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With the trees so still on the white sky,
they could have been made of steel
and a hurricane could have been coming though
until a bird shook one of the thin branches
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Ilana Lipowicz
I write a poem every day, hence the title. Sometimes I like them.
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