Saturday, July 30, 2022

Not at all like today




but could be tomorrow.  Boils down to the inevitable.  

 

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  1. Susan E. GangelAugust 7, 2022 at 1:09 PM

    evening out of stripes
    left the soil warm in danger--
    she asks for lime with tonic
    and a schooner to the isles--
    my dreams is in circles
    she tells the crowd at dawn

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