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May 2021
down
and a drop
of dew
fell
to the ground
lead by two more
and soon
I'm a racoon
and a flood's
on my floor

I strolled
to the closet
and grabbed
the mop and bucket
but the furniture
was floating
and I sinking
until the bucket
was my boat
and the mop
my paddle
and I battled
a tidal wave
until the roof
caved
sandra wyllie
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