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I think of the trees

now bare naked in winter

and snow is promised

somehow tiny ant

is walking across the floor

in this winter night

I walked out barefoot

in shorts in January

taking out the trash

rain filled up the air

with delectable fragrance

of winter time ale

that gnat is really

starting to get on my nerves

I have to swat it