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  1. TATA TO ALL THAT THEN?

    Clouds clean up, when it rains.
    There is a population growth under the lilac.
    Too much too soon, perhaps?

    Snow patches linger, at the edges
    of the primrose path; before another sunrise,
    there must needs be a lot of clucking.

    Sipping my tepid tea at the porch,
    I feel long shadows at sundown jump at me
    cackling of other voices, other rooms.

    — Albert B. Casuga
    02-24-12



  4. Everywhere the snow is going, giving way to spring.

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