in a marshland bog
the stuckmuck stalks a slight ell
sawn grass the songless
yellow ketch forage a sedge
bundle and satchel sort of
innermost error
the fool part a heart
strong winds careless a foothold
you there too merry
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ayaladn 
enjoying the rains? 🙂
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It lacks perfection, without robinsong
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i suppose. we simply have the sparrows chattering here…
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Jay, I have not been getting my posts all week so if I miussed any of yours that’s why you have not heard from me.>KB
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Not to worry, Sir…I have not posted with regularity, recently, and am somewhat withdrawn after the unwonted upheavals of the year. It is no consolation that the world falls apart as well.
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