Cold fresh wind comes To steal away stale grass Rearrange lawn chairs, Make golden leaves dance It kisses children's cheeks and sings of soup days, chimney smoke, and new love by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
Of turnips, caterpillars and kings:
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Little poems; how to lick a rainbow, the sky wept, sun peeking,lanterns. . . by Mamajoy. Can I write a poem a day? Hmmmm.