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Frank Williams
a bitter evening… along the dark street a bagpipe's skirl after the funeral…
the family's history shared in detail first day of spring… perched on separate roofs a pair of crows friday morning
along the empty road twirls of fine snow city public house… each table's menu upside down on the sill
between glass and drapes a snoozing white cat saturday morning in the empty street a new shoe |