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October Updated: 2005-11-12 17:48:57 Description: always arrives a wet dog coughinglike dawn doors in the gloomor axe on wooddays end early toomy conker socket eyesstare up at lower sunsdead things turn white belliedtoward the Northand first frost expectedthought lostetched in laced dreams of glassedges icedand a letter to a loverpenned from the front lineripped open eagerlyas snow falls smiling LISTEN NOW | DOWNLOAD |
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