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A WET WINTERS NIGHT

Around the long table
we were a quartet,
warmed by the fire
and the easy sociability
of friendship; outside
the sky was weeping
but we spoke of Ovid and
Virgil and Dylan and of
the joys of the road
bestowed on us here.

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