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| Owner: | Geveshausen, Olivia (User-6386, 15414:EVERETT)DS |
| Wednesday, January 25, 2012 02:23:33 PM PST | |
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| Modified By: | Diaz, Ailienette (User-392, 08810:EVERETT)DS |
| - Those Winter Sundays By Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. - When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. - http://www.afropoets.net/roberthayden7.html | |
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