Sad sodden comforter on the laundry line;wading pool overflows
with unexpected rain.
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The door in our back yard must lead to tomorrow.
out of the city, into the frying pan
La Porte a Demain
The door in our back yard must lead to tomorrow.
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- Two New Poems Published!
- Do's and Don'ts of Floor Care
- Poems I'm In Love with Right Now
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- Watching Rain Sheet Down the Windows, from Inside ...
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- Heidi Kenyon
- Washington, United States
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