By: bobbymatchbox
Jan 30 2012
Tags: lost and found, lost gloves, pavements, poems
Category: Black, cities, gloves, pavement, street, Wool
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Gold
Not once twice but thrice slipped on winters ice as temperatures plummet as you walk to the summit of our road
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