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Thank you for reading *Andrea Pike*
as jack frost...
long ago, that rivers...
There are days when words
go bumper to bumper with...
Upon silken grass
blades reaching high as the sun...
Lounging upon a bed of moss,
underneath an abandoned tree...
My heart is for giving
but my soul dies if I dont feed it first.