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Thick, dark smoke billows
and drifts slowly across town
the dread of a fire
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by Scooj
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Thick, dark smoke billows
and drifts slowly across town
the dread of a fire
.
by Scooj
In a garden sack
full of logs, beneath the deck
a clutch of five eggs
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by Scooj
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Unfortunately
advice given not taken
wear a hat next time
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by Scooj
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There will come a day
when the swifts do not return
and we will notice
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by Scooj
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The sound I’ve longed for
heralds temperate summer
shrill cries on the breeze
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by Scooj
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Abandoned or lost
a cheerful disposition
betrays your sadness
.
by Scooj
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Too long; didn’t read
a lesson for blog writers
short attention spans
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by Scooj
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Interrupted sleep
circadian rhythm blues
tiredness and fatigue
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by Scooj
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I am wedded to
a sexagenarian
with age comes beauty
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by Scooj
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Three trips to the tip
carpets cleaned throughout the house
but walls looking tired
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by Scooj