![]() Pale with FrostA Poem by KsmucklerShe was watching everyone grow out of their old boots, beat boots, with all the creases dirt rubbed, broken in boots. They bundle across fields, pale with frost. They bundle her between them and dangle single gloves from their coats.
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Added on May 20, 2011 Last Updated on May 20, 2011 Author
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