She opened the blind.
She saw the light.
She threw open the window.
She let in the New Year.
It was really a breeze.
The clouds paced along
As if to a pressing
Engagement somewhere.
The clock on the church
Said a minute to twelve.
In the candleberry tree
The robin stopped singing.
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gw2011
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