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This Morning - 2
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This Morning
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December Moon
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Love and Friendship
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Let It Be Forgotten
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The Snow Man
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Nothing Gold Can Stay
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Cold Poem
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Winter on the Boulevard
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Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle ... and the anticipation nurtures our dream.
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Winter
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Winter Solitude
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New Year's Day
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For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice.
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Little Tree
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Christmas Carols
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A Winter Day
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Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
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Skating in New York
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Quarantine
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as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending
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January
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I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.
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The hardest thing in life is to know which bridge to cross and which to burn.
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Desert Places
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She Tells Her Love While Half Asleep
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This Morning 1/19/09
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Winter Footprints
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Through the Ice, 1953
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Next Time
