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Dawn's honey

Prompt challenge: Use at least two yellow things in a poem without using the word "yellow." My response takes the path of dawn—whe...

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Pardon me o dear!

Pardon me o dear!
Trembling, fingers fail to mend,
frayed hem of my love.


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