That wild blue yonder?
There’s a time
when it’s summerless.
And that’s when my cat left;
I packed her lunch myself.
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That wild blue yonder?
There’s a time
when it’s summerless.
And that’s when my cat left;
I packed her lunch myself.
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This is cleverly done… Especially here:
“And that’s when my cat left;
I packed her lunch myself.”
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I don’t usually like ‘short’ poetry or pieces but I really, really liked this one. It totally worked and was clever, insightful and capturing a moment so vividly. Excellent xo
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That’s awfully sweet of you. Thanks. 🙂 I tried elongating it and it just wasn’t really working. So I kept it short.
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No this works EXACTLY as you wrote it and it is superb.
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