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Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Boston: Late Fall

The train screeches to a stop And the people roll out Moving in rhythm Pushing the doors wide And pouncing on leafy sidewalks Busy, hurried feet The air crackles with sharpness Even the newspaper man Gathers his coat and pulls at his cap As the wind speeds along Rustling leaves into cloudless sky... Sign in to see full entry.

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