New Year's Eve we ate this last year

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cold snap a clump of matted dog hair

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hanging ornaments the people not here

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autumn wake two baking cups hold my muffin

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river walk a dog zigzags the trail

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photo album no one to ask who's who

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dead bird so much smaller now

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autumn evening we start a picture puzzle

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bird song the autumn fog lifting

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under a mottled sky the wine grapes hang

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brighter than the sky the blue dragonfly

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autumn begins a line of char from the fire

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summer's end strands of hair in the curry-comb

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last brick laid the apprentice loads the truck

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Labor Day the pale day moon

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filling the pause in traffic the fountain

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sunrise her hat bobs above the garden

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dad's hearing cold clothes in the dryer

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the wildfire rages he licks his chapped lips

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i place a pole for the red dragonfly

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