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Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Our Pyrenees mix
is afraid of the small goats
he lives to harass
The ninth of nine short poems written before I got out of bed this morning.
c.2015 Cori MacNaughton
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Watching the fireflies
in the woods, from our back porch,
enlightens each dusk
The eighth of nine short poems written before I got out of bed this morning.
c.2015 Cori MacNaughton
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Marriage, once I came
to know you well, ceased to be
a step to avoid
The seventh of nine short poems written before I got out of bed this morning.
c.2015 Cori MacNaughton
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Listening to birds
our doves and all the wildlings
brightens my mornings
The sixth of nine short poems written before I got out of bed this morning.
c.2015 Cori MacNaughton
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
If only I knew
now, as much as I did when
I was seventeen
The fifth of nine short poems written before I got out of bed this morning.
c.2015 Cori MacNaughton
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
All I ever learned
of nobility I learned
from my Newfoundland
The fourth of nine short poems written before I got out of bed this morning.
c.2015 Cori MacNaughton
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Frustration is having a government
that was created of, by
and for the People
that's been hijacked by money,
holding We the People in contempt.
The third of nine short poems written before I got out of bed this morning.
c.2015 Cori MacNaughton

Edit: even truer today, on 22 Feb 2025, than it was when originally posted.
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