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A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.
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Who floats-
But the creosote?
Rising up unto the clouds,
From which they mote.
Then, falling once more,
Upon an Earth yearning-
For a much-needed soak.
I guess That’s when the philosopher toads Croak 😊😊
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Uttered warnings heeded only by those who care to lend an ear. Well written.
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Creosote scented rain is heavenly. ✨
I agree!
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