No Crows, No Squirrels, No Song Birds Play Upon Its Old and Weary Branches. Only the Wind, Who Caries the Howl of Wolves, Still
No Crows, No Squirrels, No Song Birds Play Upon Its Old and Weary Branches. Only the Wind, Who Caries the Howl of Wolves, Still

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No Crows, No Squirrels, No Song Birds Play Upon Its Old and Weary Branches. Only the Wind, Who Caries the Howl of Wolves, Still Bothers to Kiss its Leafless Form.
© 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink & Charcoal on Paper)

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