Tag: old
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Old Elm Haiku
Its leaves fold,curl inTheir grip yields to the cold windThe elm knows their loss
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American Sonnet for My Roomba Soul.
I am old and have seen so many dawns that their beauty has no wonder.You see, my God doesn’t need to be perfect- just right more times than not, and not repeat his/hers/its creations so much, for me to be totally happy.The only thing that still amazes me is that I can navigate the dark…