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nature is restless
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from soul to soul.
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its noon;
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flurries surge
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onto the game
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gloves of each streetkid.
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a whistling man
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with an unclean mug
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threw something
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that missed the garbage can.
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he stops, kneels down
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and returns it properly;
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care is still common.
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a mix disk buried
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in slush blankets
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without a scratch
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by snow's fastidious craft.
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a bird descends wires
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through plastic
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and filters to find something
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that's hers.
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