Short poems part duex

Bottlenecked spring

— Winter soldiers frozen

In their quest for glory

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Scotch tape refills

— Two fingers of paradise soon

Produce wrinkled non-adhesive

Plans

——

The Tide washes

Away the bruising barnacle remarks,

Leaving only

Soft shell pearls of wisdom

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A puppy whines in his sleep

While a dog chases a ball

And the wolf just enjoys his break

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