Just Ice

Thanksgiving

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Our little house is just drooping over

The land and the light and the windows

And for the fog the circle shaped moon glows

Through the wilderness fantastically echo

The voices of grave robbers

And the other worry wanderers

Their breath is steam

They wiggle cold fingers

When we curl our toes

Blankets (hung) over our door

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