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Got so cold the whisky froze
Trees refused to whisper
Rivers could be walked
Light was gagged and hopeless
Most rough beasts stayed asleep
Others were not calling
Silence became familiar
Mischief gathered in the west
Quite quickly it began
Wind ran for its life
Found all those directions
That obey no rose
Thistles and thorns were thrown
Flowers lost their petals
There was no more understanding
That howl had never been to school
Dark squeezed
Not one star

  Fritz Reinhart
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