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From the train window
yellow-grey skies hint at the
darkening Autumn.
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by Scooj
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From the train window
yellow-grey skies hint at the
darkening Autumn.
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by Scooj
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I always wanted
him to be taller than me
now I’m not so sure.
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by Scooj
Sound of a two-stroke
drifts down from the allotments;
reminds me of Spring.
by Scooj
Capacity to
deceive, only to survive;
to see, not be seen.
by Scooj
Is it possible
that I can get things so wrong?
I’m in the dog house.
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Dappled sunlight gives
Little warmth and trees little
Shelter from cold winds.
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by Scooj
A silent space where
I can be alone frees my
mind for adventure.
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An opened window
to let his soul leave the room;
I believe he left.
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With trepidation
I stride to the allotment
first time in six weeks.
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by Scooj
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General hubbub
snippets of conversation
and clickity clacks.
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by Scooj