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…ain began.A drizzle while I finished my short walk.What’s that? That sound like pinging on a pan?That rain had turned to ice. The chickens squawk.
William J Spirdione
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Very haiku-esque!
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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