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Thursday, February 26, 2015
Junkyard 2 Week 8
Someone said it would snow, but out my window
is a stony sky pebbling rain.
My sister calls, Birmingham has rain too.
When my roommate tries to walk down the porch stairs,
she almost falls, because whatever landed, froze.
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