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Everyday Poetry: Snow: Bob Dylan

Here’s a bit of prose that I tweaked into a poem.

Snow or no snow,
It was time for me to go.

When I arrived in Minneapolis
It seemed like a big city;
When I left it was like some rural outpost
You see once from a passing train.

Bob Dylan

Quoted in Howard Sounes: Down The Highway (p.95)
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