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my old friend returns
tired from a day in the field
drawn to the hearth
by some vague recollection of warmth
only to find the chill
of October stone
and waits,
patiently,
for me to rekindle the fire
tired from a day in the field
drawn to the hearth
by some vague recollection of warmth
only to find the chill
of October stone
and waits,
patiently,
for me to rekindle the fire
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