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Grumpy old Hector
I can’t seem to shake it off
where did the fun go?
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Grumpy old Hector
I can’t seem to shake it off
where did the fun go?
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Smoke from a bonfire
hangs over a valley copse
breezeless dispersal
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by Scooj
It is the weather
that makes me soporific
so I’d like to think
by Scooj
Neither I nor dog
have any inclination
to take a wet walk
by Scooj
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Sodium street lights
tormented and diffracted
Autumn fog in town
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by Scooj
What is this I see?
carpet bathed in golden sun
I will lie in it
by Scooj
Spent most of the day
ever so slightly cooler
than I’d like to be.
by Scooj
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Losing track of time
the days are becoming nights
autumnal mischief
.
by Scooj
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A blustery day
a crow, territorial
dives after a leaf
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by Scooj
When green turns to gold
and persistent rain slaps down
on old paving slabs
by Scooj