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Living Conditions (Free verse) by Christof
Dark October days,
When it seems the clouds
Have sucked the light into their cheeks,
Always feel like this:
The year's blind slope
Towards winter,
The burrowing mole
In its grope
Towards the warm womb
Of the earth,
The improbability of the sun
And our place in it.
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Weighted score: 5.756745
Overall Rank: 1802
Posted: October 25, 2002 6:40 AM PDT; Last modified: October 25, 2002 6:40 AM PDT
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