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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
.
by Scooj
Taking a breather
TV football ironing
composing haiku.
by Scooj
It is the weather
that makes me soporific
so I’d like to think
by Scooj
Two wicker baskets
filled with childhood adventures
it’s hard to let go.
by Scooj
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No longer outraged
bought-in to the narrative
seems anything goes
.
by Scooj
Procrastination
has become an art form here
must get on and cook.
by Scooj
Convenient lies
trotted off with abandon
electioneering
by Scooj
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Dog ice cream for him
lemon drizzle cake for me
Sunday dog walking
.
by Scooj
With all guns blazing
and excitement running high
hunting down the pack.
by Scooj