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Crisp Enough?

I camped high on summer range,

Just a couple of nights ago,

I awoke to frost on the windshied,

The mountains dusted with snow.


The crisp morning air amplifies,

The call of wild geese overhead.

I just hope it froze hard enough,

To make all them horseflies dead!


Mike Puhallo

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