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No conversation. Just a yawn over quite radio. It’s late, and cold; my last night home. most appropriate.
Written by sittingquiet
January 3, 2012 at 3:41 am
Posted in Poetry, Shorts
Tagged with Home, New York, Pops, Winter
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