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a single sentence of 17 syllables, thank you A. Ginsberg
a cup of tea
this chilly fall night
I simply sip the cold away
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spooning lemon soup together on a chair sit two children plus dad
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we awoke to a white prickly blanket covering the lawn, first snow!
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driving my car poetry is created,erased and forgotten.
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momma,
where is my blue kazoo?
can we buy a kayak with it now?
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fat white flakes drop from the sky
children, tongues out
run laughing, to taste snow





