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Just Seventeen Syllables

A blog of short poems. Seventeen syllables each. Whatever inspires.

Monday, August 17, 2009

58. Wake Up Call

Cold air, canyon breeze,
Night refuses to let go.
Riding before work.
Posted by Atticus Dent at 2:07 PM
Labels: Cycling

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