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posted by
Annicita
on December 20, 2020 at 5:52 PM
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Re: Re: Ciel
Ah, there is the morning sky with its pre-dawn stars and planets, a reward for early rising!
posted by
Ciel
on December 20, 2020 at 3:41 PM
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Pat, I love your poetry! You have such a way with words.
posted by
Goldiec
on December 20, 2020 at 12:19 PM
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early riser, you must be thinking about bed time when I am just up and having breakfast. Perfect gals to share a house. We wouldn't get in each other's hair. LOL Love the poem.
posted by
Kabu
on December 20, 2020 at 11:38 AM
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Re: Ciel
You were right on - it was early morning. I'm more lark than owl, so many observations out the kitchen window happen while waiting for the coffee to perk. 
posted by
Pat_B
on December 20, 2020 at 9:17 AM
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I imagine your poem speaks of evening, but I related to it as one who woke up at 5:30 this morning. No moon, no daylight, no moaning trains... It's a lovely poem! In fact, it has been an long year... I so look forward to 20/1/21!
posted by
Ciel
on December 20, 2020 at 8:46 AM
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Thoughts of Spring makes me happy.
Winter has a way of keeping me in the doldrums. The cold, high heating bills and white landscape just does not sit well with me. Flowers and new life are so much more pleasing to the eye. 
posted by
Sherri_G
on December 20, 2020 at 6:54 AM
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