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The winter’s stars

Landed there

And we just thought

The whole trip

Seemed like true proof,

Right on target,

Better than the

Sugar sweet

First flushed cheeks,

The heat

We didn’t anticipate.

Not one, but two stung

Swollen at our story-song,

Told and folded

Out of view,

Just our fun.

On Tradition

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