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WUSTL Life-Lines (4/23/20)

Today’s prompt
Write a short poem (rhyming not necessary) that includes each of the following 5 words (anywhere and in any order). Poems should not exceed 7 or 8 lines.
     Aspen
     Shadow
     Fever
     Hidden
     Promise

Aspen now hidden.
A promise of fever
Lingers like a shadow.

-James B. Moog

Poems submitted for April 23

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