Posted by: Jim | January 23, 2006

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The One-Minute Poem

The fierce wind is blowing so hard that doors cannot even be opened.
Out my window, I keep seeing what I think at first are birds flying into the golden sun.
But I look closer and I see it is billowing trash, caught up in the slipstream, blowing west in the fierce wind,
As if there is no gravity.

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