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Winter Heralds In

Winter heralds In a level of depression
That surpasses
The level of elation
I feel when spring arrives

I accept that poets and predictions
Cant stop the worlds afflictions
That have been there
Since the dawn of time

Still I look to strength
Between God and booze
Only to realize
They are empty methods too

So I sit here and write
In the half dark
Of the coming night
Wondering what to do

Fully Knowing
That Winter heralds in
My depression like a treacherous friend
The creative muse by which I write

poem by Wanda Swim Strunk
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