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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>December, Mid-Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On this day that has lost its mindfulness<br>Of blossom and aromatic fecundity<br>Of casual life, splurging its vitality<br>On birdsong and squirrelish chatter, <br>I am waiting for a break in the clouds.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This day has long since lost<br>A fresh blanket of snow to the <br>Skirlling tires and plodding pedestrians<br>Huddled in down and Dacron<br>As they battle the Chicago chill.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The streets resemble the bottom<br>Of a Pickwickian gruel bowl, grey<br>And slimy - none to appetizing -<br>Warmth drained (though every mouth <br>Smokes out exhausted air) .</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am left staring at the sky, <br>Hoping the ubiquitous dinge<br>Is just fleeting, despite the memories<br>Of similar Decembers unnumbered.<br>We are left to cower in the slush.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+J+Meyer">Robert J Meyer</a></strong></div>

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