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Gotcha!!

In the cold winter’s morn

I found I was deeply torn

Between leaving the bed

Or staying in warm instead

 

The wind hurls hail at the windows

When it might stop, no one knows

Bruises form on the tender blooms

Their remains removed via brooms

 

Scattered upon the garden floor

Not able to cheer us any more

Dying in a harsh winter cold snap

That has the announcers in a flap

 

You see, this they failed to predict

So might seem somewhat derelict

Not warning the gardeners of this storm

One foul weather day badly transform

 

The gardens wrecked in just a moment

Paid to the foul weather in atonement

Paid for weeks of previous wondrous joy

The weather now felt obliged to destroy

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Author:

I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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