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Gone With the Wind
The family here and reminiscing. Hats, horns, ready for midnight kissing. But no, not this year, not meant to be. As sudden high winds tore through our trees. The windows shook, a frightening storm!, So, this year, no chance for hats and horns. At nine o’clock, we lost all electrical power! As the rain was vicious, more than a shower. With deep regret, I sent my family home. Then in the dark for a lantern I did roam! The room lit up as I frantically desired, But alas lost the central heating fire. The temperature in the room began to drop, This storm, indeed,a true powerpop. I found an ancient, portable radio. Found a tepid Las Vegas radio show. My cat leaped up on my warm tummy. Upon a plaid blanket comfy and fluffy. My Guardian angel protected my family from harm. As a tree fell on the darkened road in the winds and rainstorm. So, dearest poets, I decided to call it a night. Hopefully, next year’s New Years won’t be lonely, but brimming with love and light. 1/1/2023 Autobiographical poem. PR
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