And here comes snow, / a language in which no word is ever repeated

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Spring Snow
William Matthews
 –
Here comes the powdered milk I drank
as a child, and the money it saved.
Here come the papers I delivered,
the spotted dog in heat that followed me home
(poetry diary  205-3/14/17)

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