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Three days
after
Christmas vou
carefully navigate the regular roads.
This corner, the
snow
drifted so far
two lanes turn II
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you hwir.
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into one.
through ihc day
u'dhoul
cof/lr.
'lour smile like a straight pin through lung.
You
my
don't
believe me.
- Don
'l
laugh. I'm
dlfftrenl.
Outside your window: twenty-seven
late
geese
flN'ing
South, away.
They know: There
is something about back roads, snowdrifts, Pennsylvania at si.x o'clock
(What is it?) that keeps you seventeen forever.
There
home
is
something about
that
doesn't
let
you change.
south.
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