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Weighing Down the Bogs

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Neath winter's snow bones fasting silent moon
and its coffin eyes with pennies in my cap
weighing down the bogs of twilight's stares
listening to the winds as they whittle
from the wagging tongues of the willows
a stone-cold breath of Mother Nature's gown
as the moon lay buried sighing for warm fingers
weighing down the bogs of twilight's stares

Written by Adagio
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