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Green Winter

I sit here with the wind

Staring from a futon that lives on the floor

My eyes fixed out an open window

I give the breeze my warmth to touch

As I watch it kiss the leaves in the Sand Live Oak outside

I wonder about it's promiscuity

My window is open for you my love

and you touch me so gently on a Green Winter Day.

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