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Walking,
walking…
oak in
December mood
wood still
till wind
blow
low degrees
trees
trembling
inked skies
eyes are
squeezed
is the
weather warm enough?
ruff! ruff! –
a dog guarding door
for next two
months
chance for a
big snow
knowing where
is New Year Star, akin
kings
walking, walking…
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