by Clyde L. Borg
Ere the dawn
An equine neighs,
An awkward bird
Strikes a pane,
A cock crows,
And a leafless tree
Succumbs and falls,
All foretokens of death.
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May 3, 2010 -- JUne 28, 2015
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