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Lonely skeletal trees stretched high,
reaching for the lifeless titanium sky,
the light November breeze on my cheek,
rustling through extant copper leaves,
birds softly chirruping in the willow weeping;
the early afternoon is otherwise ubiquitously quiet,
not unlike a nuclear winter's tranquility.

Then the hum of a red pickup truck ruins it all.

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The following comments are for "Silence Is Golden"
by verve

red pickup truck
You took me away, but the last line..hahaha

( Posted by: sunshineangel [Member] On: November 5, 2009 )

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