The sun is done feasting
On a varied,sushi sky
The moon comes up for desserts
But the valley pastry is too dry
Lakes swill and lap
Into late, goth-hued hours,
Potent, dark, and strong
Like nice, vintage liqueurs
Elements in nature may rejoice,
Sometimes they may brood,
Remarkably, though, how everything,
Comes close to resembling food.
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Day 53 of 108
Today passed okay. Some sweetness did come my way. And let's see how much living we get to do in the coming weeks. Or even days. Here ...
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good one...
did u get my email from my yahoo id?....hope u got the msg
-pk
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