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Ancient Icons
By Jeff Johnson

Broken trees stand in the field outside my window,
Crippled from the weather and somebody's lack of care ...

Ancient icons hang before me in the dim light,
How they haunt me and remind me of my frailty ...

So how are you, old friend?
I'm not so well, old friend,
I keep looking at these pictures,
And they keep looking back at me.
They keep staring back at me ...

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