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Fifty-first Sunday, one day late
Rusted barge, pushed by
Dull tug, trudges sluggishly
South. Must be stuffed full.
So early in day,
So late in season, no sun
To warm the stone path.
Here, leafless branches
Sharp and black. On far shore, trees
Fuzzy, soft and brown.
Dull tug, trudges sluggishly
South. Must be stuffed full.
So early in day,
So late in season, no sun
To warm the stone path.
Here, leafless branches
Sharp and black. On far shore, trees
Fuzzy, soft and brown.
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