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sunrise lasts all day / in the northern climes / this time of year as solstice // approaches like a cup of / coffee you forgot / you already drank
The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind ...
how can i not tell / you how i miss you / when i miss you like the sky // misses the river from the / sunrise to the sea / from the bridge to me
columbia park / stretched out in the rain / like a patient etherized / upon a table feeling / no pain as the pink / and blue fade to black
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Villanelle Variant
sunrise in the fog / like a dickens scene / on the highway through the bog // bleak and lovely and serene / black and brown and green / hides a sleeping krog
yakima river / the fog a creature / celebrating the sunrise // and flowing into the great / columbia and / then the pacific
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