Dave Read Poetry
August 18, 2017
brushing snow
off the windshield
I yearn
to see through
to winter's end
Presence 58
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Anonymous
18 August 2017 at 19:14
What an imagination, Dave
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Dave Read
18 August 2017 at 19:18
Thank you very much Martin.
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What an imagination, Dave
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