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Doctor, doctor, I see spots!
My arms and hands are sporting dots!
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I guess I’m getting on in years,
a-slowin’ down, I’ve stripped some gears;
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Dingoes of derision
circle self-doubt’s
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Tangy
bright lemon drops,
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Dusty webs witness -
even my spiders
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With electric big wheelchairs in tow,
our church usher formed up a new row;
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Smooth, dark, square-jawed; a mocha mouth—
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searching for treasure -
like granny through clearance racks
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Like fading harp notes dropped into pooling dusk,
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Dreams decamp at dawn,
lifting languidly
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One gray autumn day, leaves too soggy to crunch,
the telephone rang just a bit after lunch.
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Shazam! Both halves of a jin-evoking ring!
by Mirthryl
2 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 7 10:53 AM
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Each dusk Time’s finger
plucks a single harp string,
by Mirthryl
13 lines, 4 comments,
on Jul 14 1:48 PM
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One winter midnight, Boston-bound, our plane at last was touching ground;
by Mirthryl
32 lines, 7 comments,
on Jul 9 10:47 PM
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Yo-yos, tetherball, bicycles and clover crowns;
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Pigtails flying, squeals of joy,
by Mirthryl
11 lines, 4 comments,
on Jun 29 11:29 AM
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by Mirthryl
10 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 28 10:04 PM
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Hush, her silken cobweb gown;
Truth, her birthstone of renown;
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My mind
sweeps across moments,
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Tae kwon do luncheon:
‘spar’ ribs, jammed toes, snappy punch -
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ecstasy’s arms thrown heavenward -
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Spring pollens soar - slime stream slithers southward, down
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pig’s house of sticks, blown by wolf, comes to rest -
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hush, snowy nestling - horned night is keen, swooping down
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He sat the saddle, keen and tan,
a tough, life-seasoned, can-do man.
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Babushka speaks -
turkeys listen and respond
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And what is my liability
which devalues me in your esteem?
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'neath jaunty plume,
mincing, elegant quick-step -
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We cam upon a heard of fury creatures,
black of face and long of lash there features;
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The 1st impression matters like a smudge on your glasses;
the lens wipe of experience will make things clearer.
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Water skips
across my face,
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