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Jan 2020
then i noted the full moon
while now it is clear

i ate all my vegetables
enjoying the potato roast

there were no favourable options
so i said i was not keen on beef
they suggested other meats

i ate all the sprouts instead

on arriving home
i find the fuel is delivered
the  bagged logs all neatly

piled
in the wrong place

i shall move them this morning
suitably attired though not in
a suit of course
with a huge grin
i love fuel days

the anxiety failed later in the day
a more comfortable place as i
watched other peoples ways and
opinions

we saw the lights in llandudno
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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   Weeping willow
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