Ponderings, Pics, Poems from my life
The season's first snowSwirls about like wisps of smoke On road surfaces.
The season's first snow
Swirls about like wisps of smoke
On road surfaces.
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Phantom breaths of air Shift and dissipate like ghostsUnder passing cars.
Phantom breaths of air
Shift and dissipate like ghosts
Under passing cars.
Love these little poems of yours.
Thanks - they're a lot of fun to create, too.
Thanks, Wendy.
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Love these little poems of yours.
Thanks - they're a lot of fun to create, too.
Thanks, Wendy.
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