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From the corner of
my eye, I spied a spider
dangling from my hair.
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by Scooj
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From the corner of
my eye, I spied a spider
dangling from my hair.
.
by Scooj
Bright white stripes disrupt
flat screen technology; sun
peeping through the blinds.
by Scooj
Just a fleeting glimpse;
hare’s legs and undulating
weasel teasing me.
by Scooj
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With haste I succumb
to the draw of Morpheus
for a thousand winks.
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by Scooj
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Squirrel at the door,
squats like a doe-eyed puppy
begging for some nuts.
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by Scooj
August continues
where July left off, frontal
weather stream remains.
by Scooj
So what time is this?
I growl at my daughter, who
rises after lunch.
by Scooj
Painting by numbers,
a perfunctory living
and passion stifled.
by Scooj
Sleep overwhelms and
in parallel burdens me;
jobs I have not done.
by Scooj
A map of London
printed on the underside
of my umbrella;
incongruous reminder
of my original home.
by Scooj