50 Sample Years Blues:
Wind On My Face
x
x
Segmented Opulence
One of the trees
In the backyard
Has a broken limb
That hasn't fallen
Leaning on a fellow limb
("Dreaming of a better day.")
He creeks when the wind blows
I'm concerned:
Vision:
Limb
Falls
Crushes
Dog
x
Shadows are darkest in a thicket of trees
x
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