Vol 11, Num 23 :: 2012.12.21 — 2013.01.03
Clover, I miss thee sore.
Cold are the fields thou climbed.
Dost thou look back to these old haunts
Or is remembrance only mine?
Long shadows my companions now.
My heart shall be not quieted
Until these winter days be passed
And some Spring we’re reunited.
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