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Nov 2012
kittens chasing string
batting at the moving thread
busily playing

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a cicada's shell
left behind on a tree trunk
the back split open

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cold, wet, autmn night
I visualize lying
in my warm, dry bed

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raindrops falling down
are cleaning and watering
the dusty city

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my dog takes biscuits
like Catholics accept holy
communion wafers
Myria Mandell
Written by
Myria Mandell  New Mexico
(New Mexico)   
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