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Saturday, May 31, 2008
Spools of Yellowed Yarn by Candace Miser
Yellowed yarn
‘Twined round a wrinkled finger,
‘Twined to darn
Her husband’s threadbare socks.
In the barn
Frost bites at gnarled fingers,
On and on like Spools of
Yellowed Yarn.
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