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Autumn winds
the second-hand clothes shop
filled with witches' costumes
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Sudden wealth
open forsythia and crocus
on our breakfast table
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the Great Canadian Novel
waylaid by two needles
and a skein of fine yarn
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the seaweed lays
itself out on the rocks
to dry
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the beachcomber
and his little dog jump
from log to log
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