Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Woods They'Ve Never Known Comments

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My heart stops cold in a naked blue glade-
Even the naked sky is cold, and whatever imagination lies
In the sky,
It is being taken away: as streams run the other way, taking
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Robert Rorabeck
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Robert Rorabeck

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