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Mittens (Free verse) by somemorepoetry

When they turn, they'll fall That's when smoke will rise up from my fire As I burn them in piles Leaving ashes For my children to stare at and mourn There is nothing else to rake My yard is empty Ready for grass to grow Nothing but the little mittens chasing me Remind me that there are always more

<~> 10-Jan-06/8:53 AM
when mittens turn, they fall? the title into the first line misleads me. i know what you are talking about, i just don't like the stretch.




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