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Weathered 2

I wish the storm would blow through
and wipe the stale gray skies clean
with a great deluge of blue
both terrible and serene.

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Maneater

With her garters and her lace
and a smile on her face,
she’ll take you by the arm
and turn on the charm
and put you in your place.

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Seasonal

The sun paints the leaves,
and the cold frosts them each night –
Autumn has arrived.

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Community Cup

I recommend you share your pain:
there’s less to lose and more to gain
in sharing your heart’s bitter brew
with dear old friends who’re tried and true.

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The cabbage patch

Dim and dirty lights,
prone to flickering frights,
serve as ghastly gardening tools
for growing gaunt and corporate ghouls.