A slice of cake and
A cup of coffee with cream
Mid-winter morning
Chill of fog creeping in and
Over the hills into me.
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Cooking
Cooking ground beef and
Boiling pasta in water
Drain, sauce to pan add
pasta, meat and I think of
how time moves, slipping past us.
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A Drink
A drink for the night
Crisp golden ale with some chips
A show, a laugh, yes
Simple moments like this to
Take the mind away once more.
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Honeybees Playing
Honeybees playing
Bouncing and buzzing between
Flowers and I slip
Into daydreams of summer
Into nightmares of winter
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The Rain Falls
The rain falls and I
Drink tea and type quietly
Words spill out but do
They mean anything in the
Morning light, in the quiet hour?
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