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Those long summer days
long since a memory lost
autumn’s stranglehold
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by Scooj

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Those long summer days
long since a memory lost
autumn’s stranglehold
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by Scooj
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Things stick in the mind
indelible memories
prompted frequently
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by Scooj
There is a story to this.
My brother, Tippy, lent me a 12 inch wooden ruler when I was about 13 years old and which I appropriated. Written on it was ‘Tippy’s litope’. I never knew what it meant, and I have asked him since and he doesn’t recall it. Anyhow, I associate the phrase with any and every ruler I use and half expect to see the words written on them. Funny how some things like that stick.
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I long for those dunes
eyes shut and buzzing insects
in the distance, waves
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by Scooj
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In a smoke drenched box
brought from my late father’s flat
a forgotten man.
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by Scooj
Wrote a nice haiku
in my head this morning but…
can I recall it?
not even a single word
this tanka will have to do.
by Scooj
My memories fade
and nothing lasts forever;
I can’t revive you.
by Scooj