Lonesomer pine

Friday on the prairie,there isdesert all around me,some shrubs toowhich grew in spite ofFriday or the prairie…

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Vacancy

nothing comes to mindrhymes i cannot findthe small ‘i’ says it all i am shrinking, full of fearsthis year has dwarfed me,i shed some tears. The ivy growing up the garden wallis doing well, it’s seven feet tall,it must be something in the soil,which reminds me,one day they’ll plant meperhaps i’ll grow tall too…

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