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A Mound

Today I found, right on the ground, A giant pile of dirt - a mound - Right where I walk, but did I balk? No, since I still could walk around. I was surprised, but I surmised That gardeners had been apprised Of lack of soil with which to toil So it was left, as they'd advised. This afternoon was opportune To pass that spot and there was strewn A tiny trace of what took place This early morning, 12th of June. The mound I'd passed had vanished fast, Perhaps onto the gardens cast, Its mystery now history And certainly far from the last.

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Date: 6/13/2024 10:45:00 AM
It sounds like a recycle moment. I enjoy your take on it. I'd say more, but I'm on my way out for an ice cream cone.
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Date: 6/13/2024 7:44:00 AM
Dear Nancy, Wow, your keen observation of a simple mound transforms into a delightful poetic journey. I really liked your playful rhymes and that touch of humor. Yes, we should appreciate the fleeting moments and mysteries that surround us each day. Charming! - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
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Date: 6/12/2024 4:31:00 PM
very strange indeed, we have bad surprises some day, glad it ended well, nice reading, thanks Ilene
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