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Caught in an unexpected snow drift
in my plumsweater
I thought of how to get a hold of my
friends... and thought of email letters
I’d ask them to bring me a shovel.
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The wind was howling and I wish
it would stop. the sweatersyarnstitches
were snug and i expected the sweater to
keep my heat loss to a minimum.
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Now you get my drift...it’s quite the plum yarn
that I expected the wind to stop, and letters
to fly through cyberspace for friends to appear
with a shovel.
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My mom had made the sweater, that kept us in
stitches as she told the yarn of
Donn Fendler, “Lost on a Mountain”
… a true story of a boy in Maine.
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siggiofmaine 
Daydreamertoo
I visited Lubec for a week. I have to say that Maine is very much like St. John, Canada. I suppose countries don’t know borders and land knows no boundaries does it? So, it would all look alike. I found it to be very beautiful.
We’re going into our winter here now too. Lovely, colourful prose 🙂