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*i want to tell you how the snow looked this morning, so thin the warm colors of the paving stones shown through I want to tell you how squirrels play mating games in the cottonwoods by twos, by threes with no concern for gender i want to tell you how the sun moves over the house east to west windows filling these rooms with light darkness moves the same direction window to window i want to tell you how i follow it into dreams and there you are * -- sharon brogan http://www.sbpoet.com http://www.sbpoet.net http://smallpoems.sbpoet.net 406.578.1788