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Tanka challenge 11/30/11
Leaves scurry like rats
Along the gutter's edges,
Fleeing angry winds.
Over in the marina
Halyards bell against their masts.
And - done. Rough month. Nothing wrote itself, this time around.
Along the gutter's edges,
Fleeing angry winds.
Over in the marina
Halyards bell against their masts.
And - done. Rough month. Nothing wrote itself, this time around.