Poem Poem by Rod Padgett

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I'm in the house.
It's nice out: warm
sun on cold snow.
First day of   spring
or last of   winter.
My legs run down
the stairs and out
the door, my top
half   here typing

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Rod Padgett

Rod Padgett

Tulsa, Oklahoma
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