This crazy moon
Watching from above
And still no mate
Golden light on the lake
The voices of wild geese
Behind the horizon
Dogs barking
Must be the year of the dog
Else a pristine day
Winter shopping
Beggar on cold ground
Quicker steps
Full moon
As fat as after
The holydays
Scratch, scratch
Poor wiper blade
But winter
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