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Dec 2021
the full moon is
a bowl of honey
you can lick it
with a spoon
till it slides
down your tummy

If you think
the mountain
is a stairway to heaven
you can climb
up the steps
and be back for dinner
at seven

If you think
life’s a beach
a walk in the sand
within reach
you’ll make a splash
in the waves

But….

If you think
this world
is a grey rainy day
you’ll hide
under a bubble umbrella
till the first of May
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
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