Hey — it’s sleeting,
& the wind smells of cow manure.
Goodnight, moon.
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Sleet pings my window:
The cows have posted again.
Goodnight, mush.
Hey — this is good stuffing,
spilled from a doll.
The low southern sun
Pours gold through single pane glass
Good morning gulls cry