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Bible verse
of you


     The blah
 of the blah
   makes me weary
  that it all never ends
and no one is going to fill those cracks
 cold air seeping in, no escape from the cold.

   But pulling over covers
 and sleeping more hours
    makes hubby handsome again
    the baby crying sounds like angels singing
  there are winter birds
    pressed up against the window glass
   trying to stay warm
     and they sing
      arias with their every  squack



Entrance to the
Sturbridge Town Hall, Dec 2006
Philadelphia Tree