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Friday, September 17, 2010
Thinking About Christmas Time
It was bright and warm on a crisp autumn day.
The dog would not return the ball.
Our kitchen counter has multiple invitations to play.
For my son, not the dog I should say.
I can almost hear winter's call.
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