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The breeze blows icy fingers,
Red, gold, brown, and amber float gently,
Symbols of Autumn's final days.
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Carol Ann Townend
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about 21 hours ago in Petlife
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Sad poetry
Beautiful,