Saturday, February 10, 2024

One third

 

Can clean the ledges

Wipe the edges

Note the grey comes through .

0n this darker morning

The month I was born in

Here is a fine hello to you.


So we carry the grey

Drag it through the sky

It’s the kind of day it is.

Hold on to your smile

We will persist 

In two thirds the month to go






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