This is the 6th version of this poem.
Unfortunately, it's not the best.
Too many moves and one dead
computer has made it hard for me
to get the best version.
I did this one based on memory
and from a rough draft written
long-ago when I was 19.
So, no critiques please.
It's just my Easter message.
Alone
The wind blows cold upon my bones
The
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