Bill's Parker : clicking poems

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Wednesday, December 19, 2018

clicking poems

A train whistle rides the window pane blown by the Spirit in the night like the taking rain when I feel the umbrella of my aunt and hear her voice and as silence returns I walk to sleep and rejoice. BC-A Sign in to see full entry.

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