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Not In This Wind . . . May 22, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 21, 2024
  • 1 min read

would I visit our windmills

or if it was pouring rain

head down to the river

 

I think we enjoy nature when it’s relaxed

 

when it’s having a Sunday morning

lazy and soft  slow and easy

a laid-back breakfast

fingering a crumb

with a sip of coffee

 

and asks if we wantto come oversaying

 

I’m still in my robe and slippers

 
 
 

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