Memories

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Filled with a warm glow

recalling untroubled times

when we were children

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by Scooj

At the station

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Immersed in birdsong

I’m awash with happiness

cleansed for a new day

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by Scooj

Hairdo

 

Note: always notice

compliment, but not too much

path to happiness

 

by Scooj

Wetting a line

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Fishing the tide up

afternoon September sun

close to my perfect.

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by Scooj