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THE GREAT THAW

I often ponder time squandered.

Squinted as I gandered.

Aimlessly, I wandered.

Should've sprinted but meandered.

Thought I planned it all.

Nice wages and some land that sprawls.

Not going out like Neanderthals.

I survived the Ice Ages and the Thaws.

Now's the time that I stand or fall.

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◄ SUMMER SOULSTICE

TRUMPET'S BLARE ►

Comments

Big Sal

Fri 19th Oct 2018 20:25

Great one, as always, you know that rhyme is killer!

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