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The mossy spheres are opening.
Strewn foyers, vestibules
beneath littered thresholds.
Crows gather to gossip
about murder. Black shadows
preen into winter drifts.
The wind is barelegged.
Halloween will be late this year
the dead are still dying.
Groundhog will go under-
nose twinkling
among the dark hollows.
(C) Eric Ashford June 08
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