ages ago the wind buried the windows with pillows of snow and the last stars were hidden in a pocket of clouds then the thunder of ice rose from the lake and water froze in the pipes and I sat up late looking back on all my rages all my regrets as the chimney emptied the stove then off to bed with misgivings feeling helpless feeling low that was last night ages ago
ages ago
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Reviewed on April 8, 2004
C.J., Indeed very well done ... loved the images ... they reflected your emotional state very well. Happy Easter. Bill Murray
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