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Wednesday On Mount
Washington
It was one of those days
Where if you piled
The snowflakes
One on one on one,
They’d reach way past
The moon,
With blue eyed skies
You could see for miles,
The smaller islands,
The mainland,
And all across
The mountain
People climaxing in
Their ski pants
From the wonder of it all,
And then,
The nine year old girl
Asked,
What about the calendar?
Will it all end
Will we be gone
In 2012?
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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